Wet Carpet magazine

**hibillymayshear** · February 19

Dear wet carpet magazine

My name is josh and Im a teen who still lives at home with my older sister and parents. Our family is a bit unusual as our parents let me and my sister pee against the carpet/wall in our bedroom since they themselves do the same in their bedroom. We have been doing this for years. Its great because we dont have to leave our bedrooms to pee but we are only allowed to pee in our designated pee corners and we have to wipe down the walls, shampoo our carpets once a week so the smell doesnt get too bad. But honestly i dont mind the smell and neither does my sister. Our family also saves a lot of water by peeing in our bedrooms which is nice. Sometimes I will pass by my sisters room and hear her letting out a strong stream on her bedroom carpet. I think mom and my sister like peeing in their bedrooms since they can practice going pee while standing. Lately I have been really wanting to watch my sister pee so we talked about it and decided we were going to watch each other pee when our parents are not home. She was going to watch me pee in her bedroom and I was going to watch her pee in my bedroom. Our parents were going to the mall today so we drank a bunch of water and when they left it was time to pee. We got naked so we felt more natural while we were peeing. We started in my room where I watched my sister go to my pee corner where she got into a standing position and peed a strong stream against my bedroom wall and carpet. It lasted for a good minute. I was nice watching my sister pee in my room and we both stepped in the puddle on the carpet with our bare feet. It felt so warm and nice! Next it was her turn to watch me pee in her room. I went to her corner, I could see her stains and smell pee from when she peed there previously. I let out a strong stream, spraying as much of the carpet and wall that I could while my sister watched. I also peed for a good minute and when I was done me and my sister once again played in the puddle with our feet. We got dressed afterwards and our parents came home. It was nice watching each other pee

**steve25805** · February 21

Dear Wet Carpet.

I am an 18 year old student still living at home with my parents. My name is Sarah. My 21 year old sister Maria also still lives at home but her boyfriend who often stops over with her in her room.

Well I have grown up with a secret thing about pissing as a fantasy but never did anything naughtier than piss in the shower or the sink, and thats only because the bathroom door has a lock on it. You see, none of my family are respecters of privacy and tend to just walk in without knocking. Which is something my sister should have taken heed of. Because I wanted to speak to her about something and barged into her room, not realising that her boyfriend was with her. And there they both were, totally naked and having fun. But they were not fucking, oh no. My sister was squatting in the middle of the room and pissing on her bedroom carpet, whilst her boyfriend was stood beside her, pissing all over her in spite of his obvious hard on.. For a split second I saw the glee on both their faces before it was replaced by looks of shock and embarrassment. I was stunned into immobility for a couple of seconds , then said sorry and left. The strangest thing of all was that neither of them in their embarrassment thought to stop pissing. They were still peeing when I left.

Ten minutes later, dressed and dried off, albeit with her hair still visibly wet, my sister came into my room to speak to me, all sheepish and embarrassed. She wasn't worried about me telling mum and dad, more people outside the family. I promised her I wouldnt tell anyone, including our parents. That's when my sister said they probably wouldn't be bothered, telling me that a couple of years back she walked in on her mum peeing on her bedroom carpet whilst dad was pissing all over her. That's where she got the idea. She laughed about what a surprise it was to catch dad pissing in mums grinning face. She had to reassure our parents that she was cool about it and wouldnt tell anyone. Except now her boyfriend obviously. She told me that there is often a wet patch of carpet on mums side of the bed. I went in to check, and sure enough there was a very large, very wet patch on the floor with an aroma of piss, so they'd obviously peed there recently. I went back into my room where sis was sitting on my bed. I needed a pee right then and said so to my sister, whereupon she urged me to christen the carpet, telling me its fun.

And so I lowered my jeans and panties and squatted in the middle of my bedroom. Maria called her boyfriend into the room so he could watch. And I actually didnt mind. And there I soon was pissing away on my own bedroom carpet whilst Maria and her boyfriend watched me. The gentle hiss and sound of it pattering down was highly erotic. By the time I was done there was a huge wet patch on the carpet.

Later on after a few drinks, they both came into my room again and we all got naked. My sis let me hold her boyfriends dick as he pissed all over her. I delighted in aiming it into her grinning face, and was blown away when she opened her moth and started drinking it. After that both sis and I stood with our legs apart and hands on hips, pissing all over the carpet together, giggling with delight as we swing our hips from side to side to piss over as large an area as possible.

It has been a lot of fun so far.

**listman88** · February 28

On 2/19/2024 at 9:41 AM, hibillymayshear said:

Dear wet carpet magazine

My name is josh and Im a teen who still lives at home with my older sister and parents. Our family is a bit unusual as our parents let me and my sister pee against the carpet/wall in our bedroom since they themselves do the same in their bedroom. We have been doing this for years. Its great because we dont have to leave our bedrooms to pee but we are only allowed to pee in our designated pee corners and we have to wipe down the walls, shampoo our carpets once a week so the smell doesnt get too bad. But honestly i dont mind the smell and neither does my sister. Our family also saves a lot of water by peeing in our bedrooms which is nice. Sometimes I will pass by my sisters room and hear her letting out a strong stream on her bedroom carpet. I think mom and my sister like peeing in their bedrooms since they can practice going pee while standing. Lately I have been really wanting to watch my sister pee so we talked about it and decided we were going to watch each other pee when our parents are not home. She was going to watch me pee in her bedroom and I was going to watch her pee in my bedroom. Our parents were going to the mall today so we drank a bunch of water and when they left it was time to pee. We got naked so we felt more natural while we were peeing. We started in my room where I watched my sister go to my pee corner where she got into a standing position and peed a strong stream against my bedroom wall and carpet. It lasted for a good minute. I was nice watching my sister pee in my room and we both stepped in the puddle on the carpet with our bare feet. It felt so warm and nice! Next it was her turn to watch me pee in her room. I went to her corner, I could see her stains and smell pee from when she peed there previously. I let out a strong stream, spraying as much of the carpet and wall that I could while my sister watched. I also peed for a good minute and when I was done me and my sister once again played in the puddle with our feet. We got dressed afterwards and our parents came home. It was nice watching each other pee

Did you do that all the time you at home pee there??

**steve25805** · March 5

Dear Wet Carpet

I have been dating this blue eyed, long haired blonde lady. She is quite a large lady yet curvaceous without being fat. She has large but well formed breasts and a large but perfectly rounded ass. And she has a thing about pissing.

I began to notice this early on in our relationship. When walking her home from an evening out drinking, or back to mine, if she needed a piss she seemed to delight in squatting right there on the pavement in full public view, jeans around her knees and big ass on full view, not caring how many people were around or how much traffic was driving past. And she'd be pissing away right there with a big grin on her face, obviously enjoying doing it in front of people. If a passing car beeped it's horn she'd wave at it and laugh whilst carrying on pissing. I took it for granted that she enjoyed peeing in front of people, and she freely admitted to getting an exhibitionist thrill out of it.

She loved watching me piss too and liked to lend me a hand. We would often go into some back lane or other on the way back from the pub where she would unzip me and hold my dick as I pissed against the wall. Generally she'd be watching my pissing dick with a big grin on her face, and she knew I enjoyed it too because I would often be semi-erect by the time I was done.

One time in a pub she came back from a brief visit to the ladies' and delighted in informing me that because all the cubicles were occupied she had decided to just piss on the floor. Lol, thats just the kind of girl she is. Another time in the pub when it was really busy and there was a queue to use the ladies', she informed me that she needed a piss but wasnt going to wait in that queue. Instead she reached down under the table we were sitting it and unzipped her jeans, lowering both them and her panties down to just above her knees before shuffling forward in her seat, blonde haired muff poised over the edge of that seat. And then, grinning with delight, she started pissing right there onto the pub carpet under the table. In mid flow she briefly turned towards me and enthused about how much she was enjoying it. I told her that I could see that. Again gazing down at the sight of her piss spray splashing down onto the carpet, she laughed about how toilets are boring and it's more fun being naughty.

One day, returning from the pub to her place and both in need of a piss she decided to let us in the back way because she said she had an idea. The back door entered into her kitchen where she laughingly suggested we get naked and piss all over the floor. And so we each got totally undressed whereupon she stood in a semi-squat with her hands on her knees as I stood with my dick in hand. And then she started pissing, followed seconds later by me, our piss splashing loudly down onto the tiles. I was aiming my dick all around, spraying as much of the floor as possible. She was pissing away with a massive grin, her gaze alternating from her own torrent splashing down and my pissing dick spraying her floor. By the time we were done there was piss all over that floor.

We then went into her living room for a few more drinks and ended up having sex on the sofa. After which she suggested we return to the kitchen for another piss. Where we again peed all over the floor, totally flooding the place.

This became a frequent after the pub pastime, both of us taking our clothes off and pissing all over the kitchen floor. And if we were upstairs we would often do the same thing all over the bathroom floor. She would mop it all up in the morning. We did much the same at my place too. Both of us pissing naked on my kitchen and bathroom floors. Though of course the morning mop up was then my responsibility

One evening after having come back from the pub to her place and again delighted in pissing all over the kitchen floor together, we had a few more drinks and then headed up towards her bedroom for sex. As I strode towards her bed, my bare feet encountered a damp patch of carpet beside the bed, which I commented on. She just giggled and said she had peed there in the morning when she got up. She said she couldnt be bothered to go to the toilet and doing it on the carpet instead is much naughtier and so more fun. She said she does not make a habit of doing it often because otherwise her room would stink of piss, but every now and again is good fun. Then she said she could do with another piss anyway and thought i probably could by now, so why not both piss on the carpet. She wanted me to go first and led me into the centre of the room taking hold of my dick. Then she told me to go and when I was unsure she encouraged me with the information that I wouldn't be the first guy ever to have peed on that carpet.

And so I started pissing with her gleefully aiming my dick all around so that I was peeing all over a large area of the carpet. She giggled about how most of her boyfriends end up pissing in here eventually, if not on the carpet then against the walls. I though what the holy fuck? When I was done she adopted a standing position in the middle of the room, legs parted and hands on hips, grinning with glee as she swung her hips from left to right and back, spraying as much of the carpet as possible.

When she was done she said how much fun that was but said we had better not do it again for a while, to give the place time to dry out. The room did smell a bit pissy for a few days but it soon faded.

But thereafter she wanted to cement our relationship by me letting her christen my bedroom carpet. And so, a few nights later after another jaunt to the pub, back at mine I got to join her in a naked piss all over my own bedroom carpet.

Since then we have experimented with ever more naughty ideas. I have let her squat and pee on the carpet in the middle of my living room. I have had her pee on my kitchen and dining room tables. She has stood naked spraying my sofa with piss. At her place she has stood aiming my dick as I peed in her lingerie drawer. I have pissed against her bedroom wall a number of times. She too has stood pissing against that wall. And against my bedroom wall too.

One time when drunk we decided it would be a good laugh to wet my bed together. I had to sleep at hers for a week after that until the mattress dried out, lol.

I had to do the same some other time for similar reasons. Basically I wanted to watch her squat upon my bed and piss on it. Which she was more than happy to do.

At her place she does not like her carpets peed on too often but I have decided I don't care about the carpet in my bedroom, saying she can piss on it any time she likes. So every time she stops over she usually pees on the carpet beside my bed before we turn in, generally on my side of the bed. She'll usually piss there in the morning too. And likes holding my dick as I piss on it too. Sometimes we do it in the middle of the room, sometimes in a corner, sometimes against the walls. She stays at my place 3 or 4 times a week now, and it seems that every time my bedroom gets peed in multiple times, mostly against the walls or on the carpet. Though we have both sometimes peed in drawers and cupboards in there too, usually all over my clothing. The carpet is almost permanently damp now, and my bedroom smells very pissy. But she doesnt seem to mind and I don't. She says it is not her house and not her carpet so she doesnt care if I am okay with it.

We do the whole golden shower thing too. She loves washing her hair then having me rinse it off by pissing on her head. And there are few things I love more than the times when she pisses on my face. She particularly enjoys pissing when I am going down on her, my tongue tasting her amber nectar.

But somehow it is still the naughty pissing in random places that most floats our boat. And there are always even more outrageous ideas which she comes up with more often even than me. Only the other week she opened her fridge door in the kitchen and told me to piss in it, all over everything inside. So I did, lol. Then she stood pissing in it too.

I love this woman. Who incidentally is the only woman I have ever known who has wanted me to piss in her mouth. And that was a whole lot of fun too. I couldnt believe it when she started drinking it like she couldnt get enough. Of course I had to let her return the favour and piss in my mouth. Drinking her hot piss was highly erotic.

But the whole pissing on carpets, tables and furniture gig never gets dull and the sex afterwards is always fantastic.

This lady is something special for sure.

**hibillymayshear** · March 8

Dear wet carpet

I am a girl in my early 20s who lives with my boyfriend who is in mid 20s. Before meeting each other growing up we would piss in the corner of our bedrooms. Nothing better then getting naked to the waste down and unloading a full bladder against the wall and carpet. I would spray the carpet in my bedroom once in a while and loved the smell of pee in my room. Wet met through fetlife and now we live together in an apartment. We currently use the bedroom carpet together at our place and only use the toilet for number 2. Our bedroom corner has become really stained, both the wall and carpet. Also our bedroom smells like pee but we both enjoy the smell. But to prevent the smell from getting too strong we wash our corner once a week. As far as we know the land lord doesnt know but during home inspections has not said anything about the stained corner in our bedroom and the smell of pee coming from the bedroom. I wonder what that could mean?

**steve25805** · March 10

Dear Wet Carpet.

My name is Mandy and this is me on the right. The lady on the left is my new much older girlfriend Sue. I am in my early 20s and she is in her late 30s, but looks great as I am sure you'll agree...

Once of the things I really love about her is her naughtiness and sense of anything goes. The other night we were naked on her bed together when she got her laptop out and told me to take a look at this for a laugh. Which is how I got introduced to your magazine with all it's readers confessions about ladies peeing all over the place. Quite a few of them seem to have pervy boyfriends who like having them pee on their carpets so they can watch. Well I am bi and have had boyfriends before, but none of them has ever wanted me to piss on their carpets, lol. Reading about such naughty antics was a surprising turn on though, so Sue and I were rather enjoying the letters. Sue remarked that toilets can be a bit boring when you are feeling horny and it can be more fun being naughty. She pointed in the general direction of the middle of the room and said that she had peed there on the carpet before. I could hardly believe it.

"Oh my god did you really?" I giggled.

She said that it's fun sometimes being a grown woman old enough to know better to ignore the bathroom and just piss on the bedroom floor. She said she does not do it all the time because she does not want the room to smell all pissy but every once in a while is fun. Then she pointed to one of the walls and said her previous girlfriend used to love standing and pissing against it like a guy. She said it was fun to watch. My jaw had dropped in astonishment but I was aroused and amused rather than shocked.

Then she said she needed a pee right then and asked if I did too, which I kind of did. So she invited me to join her in a pee on the carpet. And so there we both soon were, squatting facing each other in the middle of the room poised to pee. And then with a sudden soft hissing sound, a golden spray of piss was spraying from her muff to splash forcefully down onto the carpet creating a rapidly growing damp patch. Seconds later and my own near identical golden spray was splashing forcefully down, creating another rapidly growing puddle.

I laughingly said, "I can't believe we're pissing on your carpet!"

She gleefully enthused, "Fun isnt it"

Both of us were enthralled by the sight of our own and each other's yellow piss spraying forth and soiling the carpet. The sound of our twin hissings, the sound of it splashing down, the sight of it hitting the carpet and slowly seeping in, was just so erotically naughty. I was actually disappointed when our bladders were finally empty because I was enjoying it so much. Never before had I ever had such fun pissing.

We got into bed afterwards leaving the massive wet patches on the carpet. She joked that we truly were a couple, now that I had christened her carpet. We then had sex before falling asleep.

In the morning when we awoke, Sue got up out of bed first saying that she needed the bathroom. She was heading in the direction of the door when she strode into the wet patches on the carpet. She looked at me with a smile and commented on the fact that the carpet was still wet, and laughed. Then she suggested I come take a look and watch this as she strode over to a wall. I got out of bed and by the time I was beside her, she was facing that wall with her legs apart and hands on hips which were thrust forwards. Then she started pissing against the wall, a soft hissing sound accompanying the sight of her golden spray hitting the wall and flowing down it onto the carpet. She laughed, "Why bother going to the bathroom? It's more fun here." She started swaying her hips from right to left and back, gleefully spraying as much of the wall as possible.

When she was done, she dropped her hands to her sides, stepped back, grinned at the pissy wall and carpet for a moment, then laughed as she said "I enjoyed that!"

"I could tell", I laughed

I needed a piss too and she astonished me by suggesting that I piss on the bed. I said what about the mattress? She pulled the sheets off to reveal a pee stained mattress, saying her previous girlfriend used to enjoy pissing on it every now and again. She said it usually dried off easily enough if left uncovered and if not she would just turn it upside down so the wet side was underneath when bed time came. She said she could think of nothing more outrageously naughtier - and therefore more erotic - than watching her new girlfriend piss on her bed.

And so I climbed up onto the bed, popped a squat in the middle of it, and started pissing a hot, hissy yellow torrent onto her mattress as she watched with a broad grin. It was most enjoyable.

We agreed not to have any more pissing fun in her room for a few weeks, because we have to let it dry out and any smell gradually dissipate. But I have agreed that tonight she can stay at mine and christen my bedroom carpet with me. Which I am kind of looking forward to.

A new erotic chapter involving pissing appears to have opened up in my life, lol

Mandy

Edited March 11 by steve25805

**steve25805** · March 10

Dear Wet Carpet.

My husband and I are in our 40s and have a kind of dominant submissive thing going involving pee. Basically whenever we are home alone and I need to pee, I have been getting him to fetch a glass and hold it for me while I piss in it. Whatever room I happen to be in, he gets the glass, and holds it between my legs for me to fill.

Well the other week I was in the living room with my panties off and standing ready to hoist my skirt when he came in with a rather small glass saying that the dishes were not yet done and it was the only clean glass available. Why the cleanliness of the glass mattered when I was going to be pissing in it anyway escaped me but the implications were arousing in a naughty kind of way. So I went with it.

Anyway I stood there in the middle of the room with my legs parted and him holding this glass between my legs, and as so many times before I started pissing in it. And yes the glass was too small. I was still pissing strongly when it filled to the brim and started to overflow. I suppose I could have stopped but decided to carry on anyway. He took the full glass away, and I just carried on pissing. In fact I peed for a while longer until I was done, deliberately peeing on the carpet.

I told him afterwards that he could clean that up and left it.

Since then I have gotten into the habit of not bothering with a glass much anymore, instead just peeing on the floor wherever I happen to be, on tiles or carpets I dont care, inviting him to watch then making him clean it up.

It is rather enjoyable.

**steve25805** · March 10

Dear Wet Carpet.

For as long as I can remember I have been a male into watching girls pee in naughty places. In my teenage school years I began to fantasise about the English teacher - Miss Lee who was maybe in her mid 20s - peeing in random places. My favourite fantasy was to watch her pissing on my bed.

Well I left school, went to uni and started renting student digs. Now aged 18 I have recently signed up secretly to a pee fetish site and struck up a friendship with a young lady there called Michelle who coincidentally enough claimed to be an English teacher in her mid to late 20s with a thing about peeing in naughty places. We shared fantasies, and I of course told her mine about my former teacher pissing on my bed. One of hers was to to have a young guy naked and to hold his dick as he pissed all over some bed. We agreed that it would be fun to meet up and much to my astonishment she lived in the same town as me.

We agreed to exchange pics. I sent her mine first, and she astonished me by recognising me by name even though I had never shared it with her. When she sent me her pic I immediately realised why. Because Michelle Lee was her name, previously only known to me as Miss Lee. I couldn't believe it. It was the fucking English teacher I used to fantasise taking a piss on my bed.

She suggested calling round at mine after school one day, wearing her school teacher attire including formal skirt and blouse, and pissing on my bed for me. She wanted me to be naked whilst she did it, after which she wanted to hold and aim my dick as I pissed all over the bed. I was well up for that and gave her my address. She said that she was married so sex was off the table. Apart from holding my pissing dick, obviously. And discretion was an essential because even her husband, let alone her work colleagues, knew nothing about her secret pissing fantasies. At home she had never dared do anything naughtier than pee in the shower or the sink. Though the thought of her doing even that was enough to give me a boner.

Well the arrangements were made and on the appointed day and time Miss Lee appeared at my door and I invited her in. She said she had avoided peeing all day and her need was pretty urgent. She said she was going to pee loads which was of course music to my ears. So after the brief introductions to each other - it had been nearly three years since I had last seen her - I led her into my bedroom where she watched with a smile as I stripped naked, already with a massive boner because being naked in front of Miss Lee was highly erotic. She gazed approvingly at my hard on, then said it was time to do her thing.

She got up onto my bed, lowering her panties down towards her knees as she lowered herself down into a squat, the back of her skirt hoisted. And there before me was the gorgeous sight of Miss Lee squatting there, bare ass cheeks and pussy on full display. Then a brief golden spurt as the grin on her face broadened, then another spurt, and then the floodgates opened. With a very audible hissing sound, her golden torrent was spraying down onto my bed. Her grinning gaze kept switching between me stood there naked with a hard on and her own piss splashing down onto my bed to soak through the sheets into the mattress. She peed for ages and clearly had an impressive bladder capacity. A fantasy come true. When she was done a large area of the middle of my bed was clearly soaked. She then stood, pulling her panties back up and enthusing about how much she had enjoyed that as she stepped off the bed.

Then she said it was my turn as she had me stand beside the bed facing towards it. She took hold of my rock solid erection and urged me to let loose. In spite of a bladder full to bursting, I found it difficult to pee with a hard on. But eventually after 30 or so seconds of anticipation, an initially gentle jet of piss started spraying from my dick onto the bed. Though once I began the jet of pee grew in force as she delighted in aiming my erect dick all around as I peed all over my own bed for her pleasure. When I was done - in spite of her no sex insistence - she did me the favour of masturbating me until I ejaculated on the pissy bed.

Soon after that she left, but has since agreed to come around again sometime and piss on my living room carpet. I can't wait.

**steve25805** · March 13

Dear Wet Carpet.

My husband and I are in our late 30s and are into pissing, sometimes all over each other, but mostly just in random places easy to clean up - in the sink or shower cubicle, or all over the tiled kitchen or bathroom floors, on the kitchen room table, and things like that. Only when the kids are not home obviously.

We have a number of like minded friends who all know us and each other through fetish clubs and/or websites. Some have visited us and peed on our kitchen floor with us.

Anyway, one couple we know in their 40s who were going to rip out their living room carpet and replace it with a new one, invited us and others around for a piss party the evening before hand. As well as them and us there were another couple aged about 30, and a lesbian couple in their mid 30s, three guys and five ladies in all. All the furniture in the living room had been removed except for the sofa and armchairs and these were backed at the edge of the room against the walls just to provide seating. We all were supplied with copious amounts of alcohol and part of the fun was that we would all strip naked for the evening and just piss on the carpet whenever we felt like it. We girls were frequently holding pissing dicks as guys peed on the floor, whilst the girls squatted wherever they felt like to also piss on the carpet. And the girls got very experimental as the drink flowed, peeing from semi-squatting positions with their hands on knees, or standing positions with their legs parted. As the drink really started to flow it seemed like every ten minutes or so someone was pissing, spraying the carpet.

Soon there was hardly a dry patch of carpet left, and it became very squelchy and wet under our bare feet. Wherever we stood, we were standing in piss. I myself held all three pissing dicks at one time or other and delighted in aiming them around. All the girls did that for the guys, even the lesbians, ensuring that no part of the uncovered areas of carpet was not soaked.

Things got a bit wild later after lots of drinking, with guys and even girls pissing against the walls. I had a go at doing it as well, copying what the lesbian girls had done, since it was clear they'd done this sort of thing before. Basically this involved standing and facing the wall with legs parted a little and hips thrust forwards, and then pissing. We also decided it would be great fun for us all to go out into the kitchen and piss all over the tiled floor together, rather flooding the place. Except for the female host. She got up and pissed on the kitchen table.

It was a fun night.

**wetwulf** · April 1

Dear Wet Carpet,

I am writing to share an unforgettable experience that my daughters and I recently encountered on a long road trip. As a mother, I have faced many challenges, but this one took the cake – or should I say, the toilet?

As the hours ticked by, my daughters and I became increasingly desperate for a restroom. Alas, we found ourselves in a predicament with no public facilities in sight. The tension in the van grew thicker with each passing minute, and it was clear that our bladders could no longer bear the weight of our predicament.

In a moment of desperation, one of my daughters exclaimed, "Mom, we can't hold it any longer. We need to go!" I knew we were running out of time, and the thought of peeing in the van was the last resort.

As we pulled over to the side of the road, the three of us shared a mix of embarrassment as we maneuvered in our seats to find a discreet position. With no other option, I took a deep breath and allowed myself to relax, feeling the warmth spread beneath me.

"Oh, that feels... good," I couldn't help but exclaim, feeling the weight of my full bladder dissipate. I soon heard the sound of urine hitting the floor in the back of the van and knew my daughters had followed suit.

One of my daughters chimed in, her voice filled with relief, "I know, right? I feel like I can finally relax. Ahhh." I looked in the rear view mirror and saw that she had her skirt hiked up but, like me, she was peeing through her panties into her seat.

The other daughter, her face flushed but relieved, added, "I didn't realize how much I needed to go until now. It's like a weight lifted off my shoulders." She had pulled her leggings and panties down to her ankles and was spraying pee onto the floor of the van. The sounds of our last dribbles and drops of pee and even the obvious scent of our urine was strangely soothing, and it was clear that we were all feeling a sense of unexpected liberation.

As the last drops fell, we shared a moment of awkward laughter, the tension from earlier fading away. In that moment, I felt a sense of closeness to my daughters that I had never experienced before.

Driving on, the three of us couldn't help but reflect on the unexpected bonding experience we had just shared. Despite the discomfort and embarrassment, we had formed a unique connection that I believe will stay with us for years to come. In fact, later in the trip I felt the need to pee again, and while at a stoplight I just relaxed and peed into my seat again. I also wasn't surprised soon after to hear splashing sounds in the back and glanced in the mirror to see my daughter with the skirt scooted forward and spraying pee onto the floor.

Thank you for providing a platform to share our unconventional yet strangely liberating experience.

Sincerely,

Susan

**wetwulf** · April 1

Dear Wet Carpet Magazine,

I wanted to share a rather embarrassing story with you, one that I have kept buried deep within me for quite some time now. It all started when I injured my back and was confined to bed for several days. I couldn't move without experiencing excruciating pain, and this included going to the bathroom.

I remember one particular moment when I was desperately in need of relieving myself, but I simply couldn't get up from the bed. I called my mother in a panic, hoping that she could rush home and assist me. Sadly, she was stuck at work and couldn't leave her duties to come to my aid.

"Mom, I... I really need to go to the bathroom," I sobbed into the phone.

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart. I can't leave work right now. Is there anything else I can do?" my mother's worried voice came through the line.

I took a deep breath, trying to hold back tears. "Can I just... go here in the bed? I can't hold it anymore, Mom."

There was a brief silence on the other end of the line before my mother spoke, her voice hesitant and filled with concern. "Okay, honey. If you really can't hold it, it's alright. Just... just go ahead."

The relief I felt as I let go and peed in my bed was indescribable. It was a strange mix of embarrassment and liberation.

From that moment on, I found myself no longer holding back when I needed to pee. I simply let go right there in my bed, enjoying the sensation of warmth spreading beneath me. It became a strange comfort during a difficult time, and I found myself looking forward to those moments of release.

I know it may sound bizarre to some, but for me, it was a strange form of self-care during a time of pain and immobility. I'm sharing this story with you in hopes that others who may find themselves in similar situations can find comfort in knowing they are not alone.

Sincerely,

Kennedy

**wetwulf** · April 1

Dear Wet Carpet,

Something happened recently that I felt compelled to share with you. It all started when I spent the night at my friend Ellie's house. We were having a great time chatting and watching movies. Later that night, however, while we were sleeping on the sleeper sofa, I heard a strange sound coming from Ellie's side of the bed.

I was quite surprised to discover that Ellie was actually peeing in her bed. At first, I was shocked and confused, so I woke her up to ask her about it. Ellie, half-asleep, replied, "Oh, that? I just pee in my bed sometimes. It feels really good. You should try it too!"

Surprised, I hesitantly asked, "Really? Have you always done this?"

Ellie nodded and encouraged me, "Yeah, give it a shot. You might like it!"

Curious and hesitant, I decided to give it a try myself. It took a while to relax, but I was finally able to start peeing. As I did, I couldn't help but feel a strange mix of embarrassment and arousal. To my surprise, the sensation of my pee soaking through my panties, spraying my inner thighs, and soaking into the mattress was quite sensual and thrilling. The warmth and release of it all was strangely soothing. I turned to Ellie with a mixture of amazement and excitement and exclaimed, "Ohhh, wow, Ellie, this feels amazing!"

"I told you," Ellie said, giggling, and I heard another hissing sound as she peed in the bed again.

I must confess that since that night, I have continued to wet my own bed. At first, it was only occasionally, but now it has become a more frequent occurrence, and sometimes a get a very sexual thrill from doing it and even masturbate in my warm puddle. I find myself drawn to the sensation and the feeling of relief and release it brings.

I never would have imagined that something like this could have such a powerful effect on me, and I can't help but wonder if there are others out there who have had similar experiences.

**wetwulf** · April 1

Dear Wet Carpet,

I work as a caregiver for elderly widows in an assisted living facility, and recently we had a plumbing issue that left us without working bathrooms for several hours.

During that time, I witnessed something I never thought I would see. Several elderly women, unable to hold their bladders any longer, resorted to peeing on the carpet, wetting themselves while sitting on their sofa, or even wetting their beds. One woman even confessed to me that she was wearing Depends and simply wet them while we were talking.

I must admit, in the chaos of it all, I too became desperate to relieve myself. Feeling unable to hold it any longer, I followed the example of the elderly women and peed myself while standing in the hallway outside of my office. The relief that washed over me was almost sensual, and I must confess that I couldn't help but touch myself later that evening.

Afterward, one of the elderly women approached me with a knowing look in her eyes. "It felt really good to just let it go, didn't it, dear?" she said, her voice filled with a mix of relief and amusement.

I was surprised, but I nodded, feeling a sense of connection with her in that moment. "It did, strangely enough. I never thought I would find relief in such a vulnerable situation," I replied, feeling a sense of camaraderie with this woman who had experienced a similar feeling of release.

I know this may seem strange or even inappropriate to share, but I felt compelled to do so. In a setting where dignity and privacy are so important, it was a humbling and eye-opening experience to witness the vulnerability of these women and to in turn feel that vulnerability myself.

Sincerely,
Anne

**steve25805** · April 2

Dear Wet Carpet.

My name is Emily and long, long ago when I was really young I was a bit of a tomboy. My best friend was a boy called Brad and we often hung out in each other's bedrooms. He used to like watching me pee on the carpet in the corner of his bedroom and it was fun to do in ways I didnt really understand. As we got older though we went to different schools and lost contact with one another. We grew up, and I grew out of the whole childish peeing on a boy's carpet thing. I got married, had kids, kids grew up, got divorced and am now a 48 year old woman with no strings.

I started going out to pubs and bars occasionally just to hook up with guys and generally just to make friends. After being hurt by my former husband I had no desire to get into a romantic relationship anymore, but am not yet so old that I don't have needs so I do pick up the occasional guy. Anyway, I was in this pub having a couple of drinks and who should I encounter doing the same? Well you have probably guessed it - none other than my childhood friend Brad whom I hadn't seen for nearly 40 years, now a good looking 48 year old guy.

We got talking, firstly about our lives. He had been in a couple of long term relationships and had kids by two different women, but never married. His kids had grown up and he was single now too. We also then got talking about old times and the fun we used to have as kids, and I ended up going back to his place with him for a few more drinks. Well we were hitting it off like we had never been apart. I can't recall which of us brought it up but we ended up recalling those times he let me pee on his bedroom carpet and I admitted that it was kind of fun to be naughty. But for me it had always kind of been a thing of childhood, the sort of thing kids might do to be naughty but grow out of.

So when in mid-conversation about the peeing thing, I realised I needed a pee, and asked to use the bathroom, he suggested I just do it right there on his living room carpet for old times sake, I was somewhat taken aback to say the least. "I can't do that" I protested.

He just laughed about it not being the first time I had peed on his carpet. I pointed out that I was a kid back then and now was a fully grown woman old enough to know better. Grown women don't go around peeing on people's carpets. He just laughed, "Wanna bet?" At which point he introduced me to your magazine and showed me a reader's pic of an obviously adult woman deliberately peeing on some carpet or other with a big grin on her face. He suggested that being a grown woman old enough to know better is what makes it even naughtier and thus more fun. And again urged me to just pee on his living room carpet, and pointed to the middle of the room, telling me to do it there.

And to be honest the thought of doing this was actually turning me on. So perhaps not something I grew out of after all. Barely able to believe I was doing this - I am regarded, and generally think of myself as, a respectable woman - I strode into the centre of the room, pulled off my panties and hoisted the back of my skirt as I lowered myself into a squat. I hovered there for several seconds, excited by the thought of what I was about to do. I checked with him, "Are you sure about this?" He just told me to carry on and pee.

So I did. With a soft hissing sound that we ladies often make when peeing forcefully, my pee began pattering down onto his carpet. The sheer naughtiness of what I was doing was giving me a massive thrill. I looked down at the carpet beneath me, growing ever more sodden over a rapidly growing area as my golden pee splashed down. I peed for ages too, enjoying every second of my naughtiness. It was just so damned erotic, me, a respectable woman, taking a piss on some guy's living room carpet right in front of him just for fun.

By the time I was done the puddle in the middle of the room was rather large. I stood up, put my panties back on and let my skirt drop back into place, and gazed down with a grin at the mess I had just made on his carpet. Then I looked at Brad and gleefully enthused about how much fun that was. He said "Anytime" and told me he enjoyed the show.

Since then we often meet up just as friends, we have never had sex. But after a few drinks, me peeing on the carpets at his place is our secret naughty pleasure. Something he loves watching me do. And I love doing. Not my carpets so why not if he wants me to? Being so bad is what makes it so much fun.

Rarely does a week go by without me peeing on his carpets at least once. I say carpets and not carpet because sometimes he likes to watch me piss on his bedroom carpet too, or in the hallway or on the carpeted dining room floor. And so not always in the living room.

My guilty pleasure. lol

Emily

**wetwulf** · April 2

Disclaimer: This letter contains explicit content, including a reference to unprotected sex between two consenting partners.

Dear Wet Carpet,

My relationship with my girlfriend Sarah began like any other, with an initial attraction and excitement to get to know each other better. However, it took an unexpected turn when our physical relationship deepened and became very erotic very fast.

One evening, after our first intimate encounter, Sarah seemed hesitant and nervous as she sat me down to have a serious conversation. With a deep breath, she finally mustered up the courage to confess, "Steve, I have something to tell you. During our time together earlier, I unintentionally wet my panties a little bit. I'm so embarrassed and worried about how you will react."

Seeing the distress in her eyes, I instinctively reached out to hold her hand and reassure her, "Sarah, accidents happen and there is absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. I want you to know that I still find you just as attractive and desirable, regardless of what happened. I appreciate your honesty and vulnerability in sharing this with me."

Sarah's tension seemed to release as she let out a small sigh of relief, "Thank you for understanding, Steve. I was worried that you would judge me or be repulsed by me, but your reaction means the world to me."

Over time, we grew closer and more comfortable with one another. One night, as we became intimate again, I heard a distinct hissing sound and felt the dampness between her legs. I knew immediately what had happened, and instead of stopping, I decided to continue our encounter.

As we progressed, I made sure to communicate how much I appreciated her honesty and vulnerability. I told her that her arousal and pleasure were turning me on even more. Sarah, feeling safe and desired, expressed her pleasure and relief, saying, "I love that I can let go and be myself with you. Knowing that you find it hot only makes me want you more."

I responded by gently kissing her inner thigh and whispering, "You have nothing to be ashamed of. Your body's reactions are beautiful and natural. I'm here to support and enjoy this with you."

Sarah continued to moan and express her pleasure, "Ohh, God, Steve, I can feel myself getting wetter. I love how turned on I am."

As I drew closer to her, it occurred to me that Sarah was still wearing her wet panties. Instead of being deterred, I decided to continue, making sure to communicate how much I found her arousal and honesty very sexy.

I held her close and whispered, "I want to make love to you while you're still wearing your wet panties. I find it incredibly hot and intimate."

Sarah responded with enthusiasm, "Yes, please do."

As we reached the peak of our intimacy, and I entered her, the wetness was amazing. I've never felt anything like it, and I told her so. As I thrust harder, Sarah's orgasm was intense, and I could hear the sound of her peeing more as she climaxed. She let out a loud, satisfied moan, "I'm cumming, Steve, and I'm peeing more too. I can't believe how amazing this feels with you."

I whispered to her that I was getting close. She surprised me by locking her legs tighter and whispering, "Go ahead." As I released inside of Sarah, she let out a satisfied moan. "Ohhh, God, I can feel it." The wetness and messy feeling between us was the most erotic thing I have ever felt. "Ohh, I'm coming again!" Sarah cried out, and I felt even more wetness. When we were finally spent, we lay together in my now wet and messy bed.

After our encounter, Sarah expressed her gratitude and relief, "Thank you for making me feel so comfortable and desired. I've never felt this way with anyone before."

Since that night, every time we become intimate, Sarah no longer holds back from wetting herself. She experiences loud, intense orgasms and often pees herself more after climaxing. The sound of her wetness is a testament to her pleasure and arousal, and she still wears her wet panties during our intimate moments.

I must admit, I feel incredibly lucky to be with someone who is so open and honest about her body's reactions. Our connection has deepened, and I am grateful for the trust Sarah has placed in me.

**steve25805** · April 20

Dear Wet Carpet.

My name is Dave and I have this cool female friend in her late 20s called Sandra, from a wealthy family. She already owns her own home. What I love about her is her anything goes attitude. Well one evening we were in her living room drinking multiple beers and talking about previous partners, when she suddenly told me about one guy she was seeing a while back who used to enjoy having her piss on him in the bath. She said it was kind of fun to just piss all over somebody. Emboldened by the alcohol I blurted out about how I'd always wanted to be peed on by some girl but that it had never happened. She laughed as she raised her can of lager and winked at me as she joked about how I might get lucky if she drank enough of these.

Well she did indeed drink several more cans before announcing that she badly needed a pee. Flashing a naughty grin at me she asked me if I would like her to piss all over me. Of course, I was well up for it. So she told me to take my clothes off as she removed her shoes and socks, then unfastened her jeans, eventually stepping out of them and her panties so that she was naked from the waist down. I was soon completely naked in front of her and started heading for the door, ready to go up to the bathroom with her. But she declined to follow. I asked her what she was waiting for but she merely said something about why we should even bother going to the bathroom, and just told me to lay down on the floor right there in the living room. I asked her if she was sure to which she replied that she wasn't bothered if I wasn't.

And so I laid on my back upon her living room carpet, as she stood astride me with her hands on her hips and a big grin on her face. Her grin then broadened as with a very audible hissing, a powerful golden torrent started splashing loudly down onto my chest, warm upon my skin, tiny droplets splashing back up into my face. She pissed for ages as well, grinning with delight and obviously getting off on it as much as I was. Her powerful spray kept on coming for ages before it finally began to wane, spraying less far and hitting my stomach, then the last few seconds worth falling straight down onto my dick.

When she was done she stepped away from me as I stood up, her piss dripping down the front of my naked body. She glanced down at the obvious rather large wet patches of carpet around where I'd been laying, and said gleefully, "I've peed on the carpet." Which she found funny. I commented that I couldn't believe she wanted to do it there. She said it was no nig deal because she had a brilliant carpet cleaning machine. Then she chuckled that it wasnt the first time her carpet had been peed on, and told me about a time several months earlier when in the midst of a drinking session, she and her two female drinking buddies had pissed on the carpet for a laugh.

She looked at my semi-erect penis and remarked that I must surely need a piss by now and told me to do it right there on the floor. Well why not if that's what she wanted? So there I was standing naked, the front of my body still wet with her piss, pissing away on her carpet to her obvious delight.

She's a fun girl.

**steve25805** · April 24

Dear Wet Carpet.

I have started seeing this woman in her 40s who is a bit of a drinker. The other night after several cans and a couple of bottles of wine at her place, we ended up naked having drunken sex on her bed. Afterwards we lay there talking random shit until she announced that she needed a pee, and stated that she would have to go to the bathroom, complaining about how boring that was. She got up off the bed presumably to head to the bathroom, but then said, "Actually, I don't think I'll bother." At which point she dropped down into a squat right there beside the bed with a massive grin on her face, and then started pissing. Right there on the carpet.

Her pee was spraying forcefully down with an audible hiss creating a rapidly growing puddle. I was speechless. She looked down at the sight of her piss splashing down, then looked at me and gleefully enthused, " Why bother going to the bathroom. It's more fun here." At which she laughed. I asked her if this was a regular thing. She responded that she usually only did it when she had male company, That it was a lot more fun with an audience. And she was still pissing away, the wet patch growing very large, a lake of piss slowly seeping into the fabric as her golden tinged torrent continued splashing down. She laughed, "Who needs bathrooms? It's a whole lot more fun just to piss on the floor." Which comment amused her.

After half a minute of pissing, she looked down at the enormous wet patch, her torrent still adding to it. She laughed, "Fucking hell, it's going to take a few days for this to dry out."

Only now did her flow begin to wane as I asked incredulously if she really was going to just leave it there. She said why not? It always dries out on it's own eventually, she explained. She acknowledged that the room may start to smell a bit pissy for a while but that always fades in the end. After the last few drops had landed, she stood up, and admired with a grin the massive lake of piss seeping into the carpet.

She commented that I must surely need to go by now too and gestured towards the floor with her arm as she chuckled, "Feel free to use the facilities." I couldn't believe she wanted me to piss on her bedroom carpet too, and asked if she was sure. She just laughed and told me I wouldn't be the first guy who'd ever peed on her bedroom floor. So I stood up, She grinned and told me she would give me a hand, and took hold of my penis, aiming it towards the middle of the room. And then I started pissing as she aimed my dick all around so that I pissed on a huge area of the carpet.

I think I have got lucky with this lady.

**steve25805** · April 29

Dear Wet Carpet.

My name is Natasha. My two best friends are Nicola and Tracy. We are all in our early 40s. We are all divorced with no kids living at home, and Nicola got to keep her massive house as part of the divorce settlement. So when we want a girls' night in drinking session, which we tend to do at least a couple of times a month, Nicola's house tends to be the preferred venue.

Well as usual lots of drinking meant lots of peeing so we had the usual unavoidable pain in the ass of going upstairs to the loo every 30 or 40 minutes. Because you know how it is when drinking. Once you start pissing you keep on pissing. Anyway some time ago during one of our sessions when we all needed another piss, Nicola hit on the idea of going out into the adjacent kitchen instead of going all the way upstairs. And just pissing on the kitchen floor. She said she would mop it up in the morning. And as much for a laugh and a cheap thrill as anything, we all did exactly that. Three middle aged ladies squatting and pissing on the kitchen floor, all three of us grinning with amusement and naughty pleasure.

Since then, at our drinking sessions at Nicola's, the three of us pissing on the kitchen floor together all evening has become part of the fun. Every inch of the floor is covered in a lake of piss in the end and must surely take some mopping in the morning. But its fun to abandon all sense of decorum and just piss on someone's kitchen floor.

**steve25805** · June 10

Dear Wet Carpet

My name is Helen and I am in my late 20s now and still living at home with my divorced mum. Basically, rents let alone house prices mean I cannot afford to really move out. At least not unless I find a boyfriend with a good job. But bringing boyfriends back home is kind of problematic. Mum is cool, super cool in fact, in her late 40s, but a bit wild since she left my dad and I have not yet met a boyfriend who'd be okay with the situation. You see, the divorce hit her hard and she started drinking heavily, sometimes bringing drunken friends or some guy or guys back home with her. I was about 18 when this started. And the alcohol certainly loosened mum up inhibitions wise.

The first time I walked in on something weird was about ten years back not all that long after my 18th birthday. I came home from a night out and heard my mum and some other woman giggling in her bedroom, having not bothered to close the door. I was curious so kind of went in to say hello and find out what was so funny. And that's when I saw my mum and one of her friends, both squatting beside her bed with their jeans down to their knees and bare asses in full view, and pissing right there on the carpet, apparently for fun. Mum just said hi and carried right on pissing, as did her friend. Rather superfluously since it was obvious, mum said that they were just having a pee.

My response was something like, "I can see that, but on the carpet?" She just laughed as she responded that toilets are boring and it is more fun being naughty.

Things were slightly awkward between us for a few days after that because I could not unsee what I had seen and unknow what I now knew - that my mum liked to piss in random places for fun. One morning in the kitchen she raised the issue about whether I felt uncomfortable, but in all seriousness I wasn't that bothered, just surprised and not knowing what to say. I told her that it was her house so she could pee anywhere she wanted to. She then told me she needed a pee right then and was going to do it right there on the kitchen floor. She told me to feel free and do the same if I wanted as she began unfastening her jeans. She said she'd mop it all up later. And so there we both soon were, mother and daughter bonding, as we peed together all over the kitchen floor. And it really was rather good fun.

One time I was having a shower when mum came into the bathroom for a pee. She told me to pull the shower curtain back and take a look. And there she was ignoring the toilet that was right there and instead squatting and pissing all over the floor. With a big grin on her face.

But the wildest situations were the ones I walked in on when mum and her friends had been drinking heavily. One time there was much raucous laughter coming from mum's bedroom and of course I went to investigate since the door was wide open. And there was mum with two other women, all naked. With three naked guys. And each woman was holding a pissing dick as the guys were all pissing on mum's bed. It was a very erotic sight actually. Mum said hi to me with a grin whilst still aiming a pissing dick When the guys were done, mum and the two other naked women all got up onto the pissy bed themselves, and squatted facing each other as they all did a long piss of their own, saturating the mattress. Then they all encouraged me to join in, and I thought why the fuck not? So I got up onto that already squelchy wet bed, lowered my jeans and panties and dropped down into a squat. And did a long golden hissy piss of my own onto the bed.

I think they all peed on the bed at least another couple of times before the guests left. Laughing, mum invited me in to look under the bed and I could see the mattress was so utterly soaked that piss was dripping from the underside of it onto the carpet beneath.

Well of course the mattress was ruined. Mum had to throw it out, and sleep on the sofa in the living room for a couple of weeks until the new mattress arrived.

Ruining the bed to that extent was an expensive one off. But a couple of other times around then I did walk in on mum peeing on her bed just for fun, though on these occasions the mattress was salvageable and dried out after a couple of days.

Quite often when mum came home drunk with friends, the first thing they'd do is piss all over the kitchen floor, guys with their dicks out, women squatting. If I got home before mum I would often wait downstairs to be close by when the fun started. To be honest I enjoyed watching them all piss everywhere, and they didn't seem to mind me watching in the slightest. Sometimes I would have a naughty pee on the floor myself too.

Other times mum and any guests would simply pee on the living room carpet or against the walls. And yes, sometimes even the women would stand pissing against the walls too, though most of it always ended up on the carpet at the base of the wall. Sometimes people would piss on tables or in kitchen drawers and cupboards. One time mum was holding the fridge door open with one hand and holding a guy's dick in the other as he pissed in the fridge.

Another time mum and a drunken female guest called me downstairs to watch this, whatever "this" was. Turned out that what they had in mind was to stand naked side by side facing the sofa with their legs apart and hands on hips, swinging their hips from side to side as they pissed all over the sofa. It dried out after a couple of days but the stains never completely disappeared.

A couple of years back, mum asked me if I had ever had a boyfriend christen my bedroom carpet. Or a girlfriend for that matter. I hadn't. I hadn't even peed on my own carpet, though I had often peed on the one in mum's bedroom, sometimes alongside mum doing the same thing. My mother and I once spent some quality time drinking and peeing on the living room carpet all evening. My own carpet was the only one in the house never peed on. I don't really know why. One last taboo I suppose. And at least my room didn't smell of piss. Mum joked about me having to find the right boyfriend or girlfriend to christen the carpet together sometime.

Turned out mum decided not to wait on my pleasure. A couple of nights later when I was already asleep mum and two other women all rather drunk and having taken their clothes off, barged into my room and switched the light on laughing about it being time to christen my carpet. I opened my bleary eyes to the sight of all three women standing naked with their legs apart facing towards the middle of the room. I barely had time to register the sight before a highly audible hissing and muffled splashing filled the room as three golden torrents jetted forth to patter down onto the carpet. All three women, grinning with delight, swayed their hips slowly from side to side, gleefully spraying as much of the carpet as possible. Well the carpet was well and truly christened at this point, so I decided when they were done that I might as well piss on it myself.

Another time mum and a friend came into my room with two naked guys and aimed their dicks for them as they too peed on my carpet. On another occasion I Iet mum do the aiming as a guy peed all over my bed. I still cant believe I let them do that. Sometimes in the mornings now mum will come into my room announcing that she needs a pee. If it is summer she will often be naked if she hasn't dressed yet, and will then squat, semi-squat or even stand in the middle of the room and pee on the carpet before departing. If she can do it, so can I though, and I often pop a squat and pee on her bedroom carpet. If she catches me she generally just smiles with approval and will often squat and pee on the carpet herself.

Not long ago, mum and two guys, all naked and fairly drunk, barged into my room saying that they needed a wall to piss against. All three then stood pissing against the wall, most of it of course ending up on the carpet at it's base. When they were done and stepped away from the wall, leaving three massive piss stains on the wallpaper, mum flashed a grin at me and said "thanks for that". Then they all laughed as they left the room.

One of mum's male friends has a thing about watching me pee on her bed. If I need to go I am happy to do it. Well why not? It's kind of fun and mum doesn't seem to mind at all. One time recently he wanted to watch mum pee on my bed. I didn't know what to think about that. But then I thought, I could always change the pissy sheets and turn the mattress upside down - which is what my mum does when I piss on her bed - so why not? So yes, I ended up watching my mum squatting and pissing on my bed. Then we both enjoyed the sight of the guy pissing on my bed. I needed to go too and saw no point in holding back after that. So I got up and pissed on my bed too. Took a while for the mattress to dry out though, lol

I don't know where mum finds all these people but am guessing fetish sites or something. I don't think there is anywhere in our home apart from electrical items that hasn't at one time or another been pissed on, pissed over, or pissed against. Carpets, furniture, beds, tables, walls, cupboards, wardrobes, drawers, even against the curtains. The kettle has been pissed in, likewise the fridge. We have had to replace ruined carpets and furniture multiple times.

The full on piss parties are the best. Watching multiple naked men and women pissing all over the place in the living room never gets old. Multiple pissings against walls and curtains, on the coffee table, all over the sofa and armchairs, all over the carpets - especially when there is about 20 people involved - is just such outrageously naughty fun. And it seems like every five minutes or so when the party really gets going, someone is pissing somewhere. And this is when the real full on stuff gets going as people randomly piss all over each other as well. I once saw some guy with a massive dick pissing in mum's mouth. Another time I saw a woman squatting over another woman's face and pissing in her mouth as well. And she was loving it you could tell. Couldn't get enough. I saw a guy going down on mum, and she was pissing whilst he was doing it. I saw a woman on all fours with another behind her licking her asshole. And whilst that was happening two guys were pissing on the first woman's ass, so that the one doing the licking was also licking their piss.

A few times I kind of participated but was mostly content just to enjoy the show. On one occasion one of the youngest guys present who was barely in his 20s but had a full on ten inch dick ended up having me holding and aiming it for him as he pissed in my mum's mouth. And she was drinking it. Another time she was screwing this guy on the piss soaked carpet, whilst the women present kept pissing all over them. Mum does sometimes enjoy having me hold some guy's dick as he pisses on her ass. Or on her tits. Or in her face

The morning after such a pissing session we always find every inch of the sofa and armchairs soaked with piss, the walls stained with piss, and the carpet so entirely saturated that it squelches underfoot. We have to replace much of it but I think mum's friends contribute and in the meantime we see no point in refraining from pissing there again until the replacements arrive. And any new carpet gets christened soon enough, naturally. In fact, once a new carpet is down it has become the custom for my mother and myself to immediately christen it. You see, in our world that's what carpets are for. No carpet belongs until it has been properly christened. Why piss in the bathroom when there's a perfectly good carpet to piss on?

**steve25805** · June 10

Dear Wet Carpet.

My name is Marissa and I am a glamour model. This is me....

I have been seeing this great guy, but he does have this thing that he likes. Basically, he likes watching me pee. Which I really don't mind because I like being naughty. When we are downstairs at his place and I need to pee - which can be quite often if we are drinking - he likes having me pee on his kitchen floor instead of going upstairs to the bathroom. With him watching of course. It kind of gives me a cheap thrill to be pissing on some guy's kitchen floor on purpose, whilst he gets a hard on watching me. He mops it up in the morning. I usually get to watch him pee on the floor too. After all there is no point him going all the way upstairs when there is piss all over the kitchen floor already anyway. Besides, I like watching his dick pissing all over the floor, knowing that I don't have to bother with any of the cleaning up.

When we are in his bedroom together, we do actually usually use the bathroom, albeit not the toilet. Instead, ignoring the toilet which is right there, we both tend to just piss on the floor and leave it til the morning when he mops it up. It's kind of erotic to be ignoring the toilet and deliberately peeing on the floor instead.

But after a night of serious drinking we might be naughtier. It was always him who suggested it but I was always happy to do it. Basically, instead of going to the bathroom he will just stand in the middle of the room, pissing away on his bedroom carpet. But he particularly enjoys having me squat beside his side of the bed and pee right there on the carpet. And it is the sexiest and naughtiest thing, with the soft hissing we ladies make and the sound of it pattering down onto the carpet. And we never clean it up, just leave it to dry.

He has a spare bedroom and sometimes he likes to have me get up onto the bed in there and piss on it. At least a couple of times a week I end up pissing on that bed.

One time when we were drunk we decided it would be great fun to piss all over the living room carpet. But that was a one off.

We also like to take a bath naked together, which is when we often take the opportunity to piss all over each other. He loves pissing on my tits. And in my face. Least I can let him do in return for all the fun I have pissing on his floors, bed, and carpets. And one time when we were in bed and in need of a pee I suggested that it might be fun to just wet the bed together. Which we did, both of us pissing away in his bed. After which we made love in that pissy wet bed.

He is a fount of naughty suggestions which turn me on. Like asking me to get up on a table and piss on it. Or stand with my legs apart as I piss against his bedroom wall. The other week he wanted to watch me stand and piss in the dishwasher. Another time it was in his wardrobe. On the back seat of his car a few times as well. Once he even had me stand and piss in his fridge. Oh, and there was that time he wanted to watch me pissing all over the sofa.

I think I will piss just about anywhere he wants me to. I'd probably even piss in his mouth if he wanted me to.

Edited June 10 by steve25805

**steve25805** · June 11

Dear Wet Carpet.

This is me and my two best friends, all three of us glamour models in our early 20s. I'm Michelle, the blonde in the middle, and the one on the left is Shania, the one on the right Annette....

We have a lucrative little side hustle going, which generally involves putting on kinky shows for rich men and sometimes their wives as well.

One of the weirdest which we find a lot of fun is something your readers might well enjoy hearing about, which is why I am writing in. You see, there is this rich guy and his wife who pay us good money just to get naked in their bedroom and get up onto their bed. And then piss on it for their viewing pleasure. He generally films it for their private collection whilst she sits there rubbing one out. It really is rather good fun, just peeing on someone's bed with total abandon. We look forward to his lucrative invitations. £5000 each for every visit, and the pleasure of pissing on their bed for it .

Afterwards, his wife will often get up onto the bed and piss on it too. And sometimes in return for an extra £5k each, he likes to piss on our asses. It actually feels rather nice having hot piss splashing against my bum cheeks. £5k just for being pissed on is easy money really. Guilt free pissing fun all round.

Oh, and I might as well tell you about my own naughty secret whilst I am here. Sometimes when laying in bed late at night at my place and feeling a bit horny and in need of a pee, instead of going to the bathroom, I just squat down beside my bed and pee on the carpet. I only do it occasionally because I don't want my bedroom stinking of piss. But every now and again I deliberately piss on the carpet just for fun. I've done it on the kitchen and bathroom floors too. They are easy to mop up afterwards.

Edited June 11 by steve25805

**steve25805** · June 11

Dear Wet Carpet.

My name is Steve and I love my local pub, the Golden Pheasant. Though perhaps it ought to be called the Golden Shower, lol.

One of the main attractions for me is this sexy barmaid called Donna....

And what I love most of all is the fact that after a few drinks she seems to love pissing. I and several other male locals make a point of buying her drinks during the evening by way of encouragement. And sometimes we get lucky. A few times later on into the evening when I have been in the gents having a piss, Donna has barged right in, brazen as you like, with a big grin on her face. Then in front of me and a few other guys she has pulled her knickers down, hoisted her skirt and dropped down into a squat. And then started pissing all over the floor with obvious glee. By all accounts she often pees on the floor in the ladies' too, even if cubicles are readily available.

One time after closing time with myself and a few of the other regulars enjoying a lock in, for a dare she popped a squat upon the bar counter and pissed from there onto the floor. The sound of it splashing down from height was awesome. Though at first this was drowned out by much cheering and laughter. After that , one of the female guests, a buxom 40 something, got up, raised the front of her dress, parted her legs whilst pulling her panties aside, and started gleefully pissing all over the floor amidst more cheering. I particularly liked how she slowly gyrated from side to side, pissing over as large an area of the floor as possible.

Another time for a dare Donna got up and pissed on one of the tables. Once, she stood pissing against one of the walls.

The landlady, an attractive older woman, would just smile or grin with approval at such displays and appears to enjoy the shows. Which is great because she is the one who has to clean it all up in the morning before opening time. This is the landlady by the way....

A couple of times, she showed her approval by squatting and pissing on the floor herself after much encouragement from the rest of us. Another time both she and Donna each held a guy's dick as they pissed all over the floor in front of everyone.

Of course I ended up chatting up Donna because I found the way she loved pissing all over the place very sexy. We started dating and one night back at mine I asked her to christen my living room carpet. She didnt need asking twice, and eagerly pissed on the carpet in front of me. Pissing on my bedroom carpet beside my bed is something she likes to do as well, almost every night that she stops over. When she wakes in the morning one of the first things she does is nonchalantly piss on the carpet beside my bed. She likes to watch me piss on the carpet as well, so with both of us doing it so often, my bedroom is starting to smell a bit pissy,. She doesn't mind though because she says her own home always smells of piss. And she finds that vaguely erotic in a dirty kind of way. A constant olfactory reminder of our pissing fun.

The first time I was invited back to her place, I immediately noticed a definite pissy smell. I also noticed a rather large stain in front of the sofa which was still wet to the touch. She grinned and told me that she had peed there this morning. It was easier than going upstairs to the bathroom, she said. And more fun. I asked if she had always enjoyed pissing everywhere. She said she grew up with it being normal. Apparently her parents used to enjoy pissing on her bedroom carpet just for fun, which was a bit weird.

It came as a surprise to me on my first time at her place when her 18 year old daughter - Emily - came downstairs. I didn't even know she lived there. And she is extremely attractive even if a bit young for me. This is her...

She said hi to her mum then flashed a welcoming grin at me. Then she unzipped her jeans and lowered them and her panties whilst dropping down into a squat and started peeing right there on her mum's living room carpet like it was the most natural thing in the world. Her mum smiled approvingly, and said to me something about herself pissing here and there for fun made it seem pointless to object to Emily doing it. Once she had finished her wee over the carpet, Emily stood up, pulling her jeans and panties back up, whilst laughing about the fun she has pissing in front of any new guy mum brings home. Emily then went back up into her bedroom. Just before leaving the room she flashed a grin at me and said that if we were planning a bit of a drinking session and felt a bit wild later, I was welcome to come into her room and piss on her carpet. But gave only two rules, Firstly only if she was there. And secondly only if she could watch. In spite of everything I was rather incredulous and asked if she was sure. She just laughed and said her mum often walks right in and pees on her carpet whenever she feels like it, so I might as well. With that she closed the door and headed back up to her room.

I asked Donna if she really did deliberately piss on her daughter's bedroom carpet whenever she felt like it. She laughed and said why not. And that she only started doing it after walking into her own bedroom and catching her daughter pissing on her her bed. I asked her how she reacted to that and she said she just stood there with her hands on her hips and an approving smile and enjoyed the show. Then she got up onto the bed and pissed on it herself. She recounted how she had to sleep in the spare room for several days until the mattress dried out. After that she started pissing on Emily's carpet whenever she felt like it. And generally most of the guys she brings home end up pissing there as well.

Well we drank some wine and several cans of beer and several times peed all over the living room carpet. And later on we did go up into Emily's bedroom butt naked, barged in and stood there, Donna with legs parted and hands on hips, me with dick in hand, pissing all over the carpet for fun. Emily laughed about knowing this would end up happening, and herself took a piss on the carpet beside her bed afterwards.

On subsequent stays at her place we ended up pissing all over the kitchen and bathroom floors, on the furniture, and against the walls. One time mother and daughter stood naked side by side facing Emily's bedroom wall and pissing against it. Another time they did the same against one of the living room walls. Donna and I, and sometimes Emily too, peed all over the tables, in drawers and cupboards, and on or in just about anything in fact. One time, mother and daughter were pissing together on Emily's bed. Which made it her turn to sleep in the spare bedroom until the mattress dried out, lol.

To anyone into pissing for fun, it is easy to see why Donna is such an attraction down the pub. Where she continues to piss outrageously whenever the fancy takes her. Last time we were there she popped a squat over the floor when ever she felt like it and just peed in front of everyone. She must have done it a dozen times. Several other women who were already a little drunk started doing the same just for fun later on. And a few guys got their dicks out and peed there as well, including me.

I think I might have died and gone to heaven sometimes, lol

Edited June 11 by steve25805

**steve25805** · June 11

Dear Wet Carpet

Me and a couple of friends, all in our 40s and divorced, were having a couple of bottles of wine at Debbie's place the other night. She is one of us three of course, just to be clear. After a while we all needed a pee and as is often our custom we all headed up to the bathroom together so we could continue chatting. But this time Debbie walked right past the bathroom into her bedroom, and asked us to follow. We followed her into the room protesting that we needed a pee. Debbie just grinned and said she had a naughty idea. And then suggested," Lets do something really nasty and pee right here on the carpet."

I laughed, "Are you serious?"

She said that she was and that it would be fun as she started to unfasten her jeans. And me and her other friend, aroused by the sheer naughtiness of such a thing, started to do the same. Soon we were all three bare assed, jeans and panties around our knees, each squatting over a different part of the carpet, barely able to believe what we were about to do but thrilled by the very naughtiness of it.. And then amidst much laughter, the three of us were all having a long hissy piss right there on the carpet. And it was kind of so wrong and dirty that it felt very naughty and therefore quite erotic. It was a very long piss and by the time we were done there were three very large wet patches on the obviously expensive carpet.

We stood up, pulling our jeans back up and grinned at the mess we had made as Debbie high fived us

And that's the time that we three middle aged women, old enough to know better, ignored the bathroom completely and peed on the bedroom carpet for fun.

Edited June 11 by steve25805

**steve25805** · June 11

Dear Wet Carpet.

Not sure if full on watersports is okay here so whether or not you publish this is your call.

A couple of decades back I made a lot of money in the summer months working as a high class escort girl in the South of France.

One memorable night I was paid a huge amount of money to be part of the fun at this party in a mansion. Basically I spent the entire evening being peed on for the pleasure of a load of rich men and their wives or girlfriends. It was a huge party, about 20 men and 20 women at least. And they were all getting coked up and drinking heavily. We were all in this large hardwood floored hall with a large mattress in the middle upon which I sat or lay all evening, totally naked. And pretty soon there was almost a constant stream of men and women peeing all over me just for fun. Some of them - women as well as men - took a special delight in peeing in my face. With so many people drinking so heavily it seemed like I was being peed on almost continuously. As soon as one person finished, another took his or her place to empty their own bladder all over me.

Actually it was unexpectedly enjoyable, getting pissed on all night by a load of guys and girls. And of course peeing on the mattress myself as and when I felt the need and desire. I have a kinky streak to be honest and enjoy the idea of being a dirty bitch sometimes. Like pleasing this headmaster who likes me to dress up as a schoolgirl and piss on his face. But easily the naughtiest, dirtiest time I ever enjoyed, was that time when I was used as a toilet all night by 40 or 50 men and their wives and girlfriends. Or secretaries, lol.

**steve25805** · June 13

Dear Wet Carpet.

My name is Mike and for a few weeks now I have been dating the 39 year old barmaid who works down my local. She has stopped over at mine a few times and I have stopped over at hers. She is a real goer and the sex is great. Well last night at hers we were laying in bed together and she had to get up and go for a pee as she often seems to do before we sleep. I said something about it being a bummer that we were both snug in the bed and she had to go to the bathroom. She switched on the light and climbed out of bed then just matter of factly said, "I don't think I'll bother!"

Instead she just crouched down beside the bed and started pissing on the carpet like it was just the normal thing to do. In mid-flow she said something like, "Thats a relief. I needed that." And just carried on pissing until she was done. By which time there was a rather large puddle of pee slowly soaking into the carpet. Then she just got up, and climbed back into bed saying, "Thats better." Like this was normal behaviour. Not that I'm complaining. I enjoyed the show of course.

I look forward to her doing it again.

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