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[steve25805 125,255]

Dear Wet Carpet.

My wife has a naughty thing she likes to do after we come back from the pub with a load of lager inside us. We have a spare bedroom which we keep locked inside which is a bed with a bare mattress.

Basically my wife likes to go in there after a few drinks, get up onto that bed, squat upon it and piss on it. She gets a naughty thrill out of it, as do I watching her doing it. She is there squatting, a massive grin on her face, a loud hiss because she has usually been saving it up, a powerful golden spray splashing loudly onto the mattress and seeping in. It's her naughty thing she likes to do. And it is our naughty secret.

She peed on the bed last night actually, the memory of which has prompted me into telling you about it. She won't let me film her pissing, sadly, but here is the piss stained mattress....


Imagine my naked wife - she usually takes her clothes off first as an added treat for me - 38 years old, long blonde hair, ample breasts, large bum, curvaceous and very attractive for her age, squatting upon that mattress and making those piss stains. 

After a night out, watching her do that is the highlight of the evening.

[hentaixt 1,563]

While doing a documentary on wine production in France, we were given access to a very exclusive high-end winery. We learned a lot of their secrets simply by observing the process involved. As a result, we were only allowed to talk about certain things to maintain the privacy of the vineyard. Since the allotted time has passed on the Non-Disclosure, I can now talk about what I observed. During the fall when the harvest was the heaviest, they would crush the grapes from morning to night constantly. This was still a classic procedure and done by the women with their feet. We watched them prepare and sanitize their appendages for days before getting into the press bucket. Once there, they were stuck until everything was finished so that it did contaminate the batch. This meant they had no bathroom breaks, we watched as the ladies took turns relieving themselves from within the mash. They would lower their trousers and with great skill and force pee on the ground. It was common to sit on the edge of the wooden structure and shoot directly downward. Occasionally one would remain standing and the wife of the owner, never stopped stomping her feet while she went. Of course, as you would expect, when the streams subsided much of the effluence went directly into the grapes below or in the case of the wife, would splash in and around with her movements. When questioned the owner said it was not restricted by French law, as this was natural and common in the traditional preparation method. We saw three women urinate at least ten times each during the day and the later it got, the less effort was used to keep it out of the mix. We were sent a bottle of wine specifically from the batch we watched be made after it had fermented and was ready for sale. My girlfriend was apprehensive to try it, but I convinced her. It was actually really enjoyable. We tried some of the others from the various places we studied and they were not as good.... so maybe there is something to this after all.

[steve25805 125,255]

Dear Wet Carpet.
 
My name is Sally and my two best friends are Maria and Chloe, all in our 30s, still no kids and between boyfriends right now. We were having a girls' night in at Maria's place, our usual venue since it is between mine and Chloe's flats. Plus she has a house whilst we only have flats, We were having a few drinks as so often and we started laughing at the interests of past boyfriends. Which is when Chloe ended up telling us that her last boyfriend used to like watching her squat and pee in the shower cubicle. At which point Maria said that this was nothing. One of her boyfriends used to like watching her pee on his bedroom floor beside his bed. On the carpet. We all laughed at this and expressed our incredulity at her actually having done such a thing. But she simply said that it wasn't her carpet and he wanted her to do it and it was kind of fun in a naughty way to just pee right there on the floor. Then she lowered her voice and leaned towards us conspiratorially and said she sometimes peed on her own bedroom carpet just for fun. Being a dirty bitch on purpose is rather enjoyable she said. We could scarcely believe it but she was on a roll, gesturing in the general direction of the living room floor in front of the sofa and telling us she has peed on the living room carpet before as well. We questioned her about the smell but she said she only does it when she has been drinking so her pee is very dilute so no smell and it seems to dry out easily enough.

She then said that she needed a pee right then and asked us if we wanted to see her pee on the living room carpet. The naughtiness of the idea amused me but also slightly turned me on, and I think it was the same for Chloe. So amidst much laughter we encouraged her to go right ahead. So she got up off the sofa, unfastened her jeans and pulled both them and her panties down below her knees whilst dropping down into a squat in the middle of the room, her fat ass on full display. For several seconds she just stayed in that position with a grin on her face, revelling in the naughtiness of what she was about to do. Then with a sudden hiss the floodgates opened as her pee pattered forcefully down onto the carpet. Chloe and I laughed at the sight of her doing this, actually enjoying the naughtiness of the show.

When she was done she invited us to pee on the floor too. And the very idea of being so naughty was certainly turning me on, and probably Chloe too. Because soon we were both squatting over a different part of the floor, pissing away on the carpet. When we were done we all agreed that that was fun, just squatting and peeing right there instead of going to the bathroom.

Later after a few more drinks, we all needed to pee again, but Maria said that we had better not flood the living room carpet by pissing on it again or it will take too long to dry out. Instead she invited us all up into her bedroom, where the three of us were soon squatting and pissing on her bedroom floor and soiling another carpet.

And much to my surprise, pissing on someone's carpet is rather good fun.

[hentaixt 1,563]

A few weeks ago, I was invited to an impromptu orgy. That's not to say it was unplanned, no it was invite that was unexpected. I had some acquaintances through friends and they sent me a random note one day asking if I was interested. They were really polite, letting me know there was no problem if I declined. As it turned out some of the initial attendees got ill (just a common cold), so there was a free spot to fill if I wanted. I appreciated the joke, and as you might guess, I decided to try it out. Everything was well organized, you choose what level of interactions you were comfortable with, which was indicated by a band they gave you. I wasn't quite upside-down pineapple, but I did get an orange, which meant I could be convinced if it was interesting, but ask first. I was sitting alone taking in the whole vibe, when a group of five, two men and three women, approached and joined me for conversation. We chatted candidly and got to know each other a bit... talked about sexual stuff of course, the two guys gave off a "broke-back" sense to me, if you know what I mean. After a bit, the ladies were getting handsy and I was fine letting them. Before long the guys were into it as well, then time just sort of compressed and the next thing I remember was having a huge dick in my ass and a slightly smaller in my pussy, while I was licking the slit and clit on one of the three ladies. The other was playing with my tits and I am not sure where the third was at the time. I was not really familiar with pleasuring a woman down there, most my experience was with guys, except for some drunk titty sucking in college. The reason I was brought back to reality was the guy who had been humping me up front, slide out, and joined the other dick in my ass. So that was a new sensation altogether, but it was about to get more interesting. The lady I had been servicing had an orgasm, which resulted in her losing control and peeing in my mouth and all over my face. Once she got her composure, she apologized profusely, and asked if I was alright. When I assured her I was fine, it wasn’t the first time I'd had urine in my mouth, both guys stopped railing my butt, buried themselves balls deep, and started pissing too. It was SO MUCH FLUID in my ass. Nothing I was prepared for, but surprisingly not unpleasant. I tried to protest a bit, but the other ladies stepped forward and just... let loose on me, hosing me down with more liquid gold. I honestly thought I would be more upset, but it was all so fast and foreign that my thoughts went immediately to, "Oh no, the carpet and furniture!" The guys finished going inside me and then blew two large hot loads there as well. It was more than enough for me to orgasm from all the stimulation. They let me down and helped me outside so I could "drain out" and then I was pretty sure I'd had enough for the day. I left after I cleaned up and dressed. I drove home questioning if I had some new experiences to look into further.

[steve25805 125,255]

Dear Wet Carpet.

My name is Pete and I share a rented flat with my girlfriend Danielle. We are both in our mid-20s.

My girlfriend has a thing about peeing in naughty places and we have a collection of videos taken by me on my phone in our private collection. She works as a teacher in a local school so we can never make these public, sadly. Well, I have filmed her peeing on the tiled kitchen floor and upon the kitchen table. And on the bathroom floor in front of the toilet. I have a couple of her squatting and peeing on the bedroom carpet beside the bed. 

And a few of her peeing on the living room carpet the first of which was interrupted halfway through, and that's the interesting bit. You see, our landlady who is probably about 40 is no respecter of privacy and thinks nothing of letting herself into our flat with her own keys, sometimes without even knocking. And this is what happened in mid flow, the door opening right into the living room. The landlady walked in on Danielle peeing right there on the carpet, with me filming. It took several seconds for her to stop though I stopped filming immediately. The landlady looked stunned for a few seconds, literally speechless, then she just laughed saying, "What the fuck do you think you are doing? You realise that's technically my carpet and not yours don't you?" 

The fact that after her initial shock she seemed more amused than angry was a bit puzzling, as she said with a smile, "You do realise I ought to give you notice to quit for that don't you?". On the whole she was taking it better than I'd have expected, but what happened next was a bolt from the blue as she said that instead of kicking us out it would be rather more fun to join the party, as she reached up under her skirt and pulled down her knickers, and stepped out of them. Danielle and I could barely believe what we were seeing and hearing as she hoisted the back of her skirt whilst dropping down into a squat in the middle of the room, stating with a chuckle that she had always wanted to piss on someone's carpet.

Then with a big smirk of pleasure on her face, and a very audible hiss, she was pissing there right on front of us. And clearly enjoying it. In mid flow, she said with a giggle, "That's a relief". I could not take my eyes from the golden torrent spraying down onto the carpet and the enormous puddle getting ever larger beneath and slightly in front of her. The carpet couldn't soak it up fast enough and a pool of piss was forming upon it, slowly soaking in. She must have peed for like half a minute before the yellow spray dwindled until the the last few drops pattered down. 

She then grabbed her discarded knickers, and pulled them back up as she stood, glancing at the pool of piss seeping into the carpet, then looking at us with a huge grin as she gleefully confessed, "I enjoyed that!" Which fact was actually pretty obvious. My girlfriend and I were flabbergasted but at least it didn't seem like we were going to get evicted. Which fact was confirmed when she said that she couldn't throw us out after having peed on the carpet herself. She then stated that she hoped we wouldn't mind if she decided to "use the facilities" again if she felt like it and offered a rent reduction. Well we couldn't exactly say no, could we?

Well that was a couple of months ago and since then, she has called round three or four times and peed on the living room carpet, and once on the bedroom carpet. I have filmed her in action now though so am pretty sure we are secure in our tenure. One time about a week ago, she came round with a friend, and both delighted in peeing on the living room carpet for fun. I have footage of that too. Yesterday she actually came round with her daughter who only looks about 18, and both mother and daughter were soon squatting together and peeing on the carpet with big grins on their faces. That's on film as well.

Of course, when alone I still film my girlfriend peeing in naughty places, and with carte blanche from the landlady, she has become more outrageous. For example pissing against the bedroom wall. And on the bed, lol. Had to dry the mattress out for a couple of days after that. It is still stained with pee now, lol. 

We are lucky to have such an accommodating landlady. Pissing fun all round, lol.

[steve25805 125,255]

Dear Wet Carpet.

I am a big breasted blonde in my late 30s, and have married and moved in with this older guy. His daughter - my stepdaughter - who is only about 18 has always resented my presence. She just doesnt like me. I have tried very hard to be nice to her but the limit was reached one night when I walked into mine and her dad's bedroom, only to discover her in the act of expressing her resentment - by peeing on the carpet in there beside my side of the bed!

Well I was pissed off obviously, and stood there with my hands on hips ranting at her. She just looked cross and carried right on pissing as an act of defiance. It did however remind me of a time when I was younger and this boy used to let me pee on his bedroom carpet. I suddenly remembered how much fun it was. So my anger at what I was seeing was tinged with the beginnings of a naughty thrill as she finished pissing, and I said something like, "Right young lady! You've asked for this.!" So I stormed out of the room and straight into hers, with her following in my wake. Then with a smirk of anticipation upon my face I got up onto her bed, unfastened my jeans and lowered them and my panties down to my knees as I dropped down into a squat. She protested, less defiant now, that this was her bed. I think I said, "You think it's fun to be a dirty bitch and piss anywhere you like to piss me off? Well get a load of this!" And that's when I started pissing right there on her bed.

All the pent up emotions of trying so hard for nothing, made it an enjoyable pleasure to be pissing on her bed right in front of her, but it was more than just a vengeful "fuck you". Because I was enjoying it in other ways too. It was turning me on to be pissing on on someone's bed on purpose. She looked stunned and horrified at the same time but I just carried on til I was done with a big grin on my face. 

I got down off the bed afterwards and laughed in her face about that being what she deserved for pissing on my carpet. She threatened to tell her father of course, but I pointed out the obvious fact that if she did he would be told about her pissing on his bedroom carpet. So a stand off, lol. Fuck knows what her sleeping arrangements were until the mattress dried out. I think she stopped over at a friend's house for a couple of nights. 

What she doesnt know is that one day since then when she was out, I went into her bedroom and peed on the carpet in the corner. Just for fun. It must have taken at least a day to dry out but she never discovered it. 

The moral of this story? Don't fuck with your stepmother by being a dirty bitch. She might well be a dirtier one, lol

 

[steve25805 125,255]

Dear Wet Carpet. 

My boyfriend and I attended our first piss party last night. It was hosted by this rich dude accompanied by his secretary. Apart from them there were three other couples including us, all in our 30s and 40s. The fun was to take place in what appeared to be a massive living room, where all the seating had been backed against the walls for maximum space. There was also a large table against one of the walls stacked high with drink - cider, lager, ale, wine, champagne - from which we were invited to drink as we pleased. The floor was covered with this plush white and obviously expensive carpet which would stain very easily, as would soon become clear. 

There was one major rule we had agreed to in advance - that upon arrival, after a couple of drinks each to loosen up, we'd all get naked, placing our clothing in another room. One of the female guests, a 38 year old GP, supplied us all with diuretics, basically pills that make you pee a lot. It was actually highly erotic, being naked with three other women and four men, all chatting. But when the pissing started the eroticism went off the scale. Party rules were that we'd all just piss on the floor, on that expensive white carpet, the deliberate intent to ruin it. It was awesome, seeing naked guys just standing there with their dicks in their hands just pissing right there on the carpet. And women squatting, semi-squatting or standing and pissing on the floor too. I was seriously getting off on pissing on someone's carpet with a load of other people. Watching my pee splashing down onto the plush carpet was seriously doing it for me. Watching everyone else doing it likewise.

Soon huge areas of the carpet were stained various shades of yellow, and before long our bare feet were wet as the carpet squelched underfoot, saturated with piss. And as we all got hornier, some people started having sex on the carpet, getting covered in piss. And anyone fucking on the floor tended to get peed on by other grinning people. The host's partner, who was also his secretary, had me hold my boyfriend's dick as he pissed in her mouth. And she was eagerly drinking it. I saw one woman squatting over another woman's face, pissing of course. I myself enjoyed being peed on at various times by some of the men. And the women too. At one time I had my boyfriend go down on me and started pissing on purpose as he licked, telling him not to stop. He licked me to orgasm as I pissed in his face and all over his tongue. Whilst this was happening some other guy pissed on my tits.

What started as a full on naughty pissing session on the carpet morphed into a full on watersports orgy of an anything goes kind. And this included me letting the guys - and one of the women - piss in my mouth. And me squatting over another woman's face and gleefully pissing. And she was loving it because she was gulping it down, drinking my hot piss as I peed in her mouth. 

I cannot believe how outrageous we were. I never set out with the intention of of letting anyone piss in my mouth, nor did I imagine pissing in other ladies' mouths and letting them drink it. Was a lot of fun though. And of course the carpet was ruined by the time we were done, lol.

The most erotic night of my life so far. I feel like rubbing one out just thinking about it.

[steve25805 125,255]

Dear Wet Carpet

I've been seeing this girl I met down the gym, a big breasted blonde in her early 30s. The other night we were back at her place, already naked and frolicking around on her sofa, after enjoying a few drinks. At some point she said with a groan that she needed to go to the bathroom and got up off the sofa. But she then flashed me a naughty smirk and said, "I don't think I'll bother." Instead, she lowered herself down into a squat in the middle of the room, saying with a broad smile, " I think I'll just piss on the floor." And seconds later with a loud hissing sound her golden torrent was splashing forcefully down onto the carpet. 

I was enjoying the show as she carried on pissing with a big grin on her face, clearly enjoying it. In mid flow she said something about it being more convenient and more fun. She peed for ages and created an obvious and rather large wet patch.

When she was done, I asked her if she made a habit of peeing on the carpet, but she said she only did it now and again, especially if she had an appreciative male audience. She said that if she needed a pee during the night she often couldn't be bothered to go to the bathroom either and would just pee on the carpet beside her bed, or else just squat and pee in the corner. "Why not?", she rhetorically asked.

Then when I needed to go she invited me upstairs to "christen her bedroom carpet" as she put it. And so there I was with my dick in hand pissing on her bedroom floor as she stood watching with a grin.

Now she wants to seal the deal of our new found sexual relationship by spending the night at mine, peeing on my bedroom carpet as part of the deal. Well how can I refuse? Am kind of looking forward to it

[steve25805 125,255]

Dear Wet Carpet.

My wife and I are in our 40s and were enjoying our first foreign holiday without the kids for years, them having finally grown up.

Well we were out in the local bars and hit the hotel very tipsy in the early hours of the morning. We were making a lot of noise walking along this hotel corridor in the general direction of our room, my wife going on about needing a piss, and worrying about wetting herself. Which is when I suggested she do it right there in the hallway. She laughed and asked what we would do if someone comes. I pointed out that it was 2am so no one would be likely to come along, and if they did they'd probably be too drunk to care.

So my wife unfastened her jeans right there and pulled them and her panties down below her knees as she dropped down into a squat. And then giggling with glee she started pissing right there on the hotel carpet. "I can't believe I'm doing this", she laughed. She pissed for ages creating a massive puddle slowly seeping in to the carpet. When she was done she stood, pulling her jeans and panties back into place, looked at the massive puddle and laughed. "I enjoyed that", she gleefully enthused with a massive smile. I told her that I did too. She laughingly called me a pervert. To which I responded that she was the one who'd been pissing on the carpet, with a massive grin on her face. To which she responded with a comment about that being fair enough. As we both semi-drunkenly trundled off towards our room, laughing and giggling about her outrageously naughty piss.

[steve25805 125,255]

Dear Wet Carpet.

I go out to the local pubs with my wife as often as we can afford it. And thats because there is this fun thing she likes to do after a few drinks, and that is to stand and piss against walls, always with a massive grin on her face. First time it happened we were naked in the bedroom after numerous drinks and she had to pee, when she suggested with a big grin just pissing against the wall. I told her to go right ahead. And she did! Just standing there with her legs slightly parted, hips thrust forward, a loud hissy piss powerfully hitting the wall and flowing down it onto the bedroom carpet. And she was loving it I could tell. She liked to watch me piss against the wall too. This was her thing after a few drinks. Which is why I spent so much money on nights out together down the pub. As for the mess, because we had been drinking, our piss was always very dilute so we just left it to dry out on it's own and with a little febreeze there was very little pissy smell. Most weekends I get to enjoy seeing her piss against that wall. Became a regular thing, all part of the fun after a good night out.

And not always in the bedroom either. We were naked in the living room after a few drinks at home and she needed a piss and said she didnt want to bother going upstairs. Instead she did it right there, pissing against the living room wall. That has happened a few times. She has also peed against the wall in our hallway, and against the bathroom wall only feet away from the toilet which was fun to see.

So yeah, that's my wife's thing, her secret naughty pleasure. She likes after a few drinks to get naked and piss against the nearest wall anywhere in the house, instead of using the toilet, and when most of it ends up on the floor or the carpet to just leave it there without giving a fuck. I love watching her doing it of course. 

[steve25805 125,255]

Dear Wet Carpet.

I have had a thing going with the 24 year old big breasted, fat bottomed blonde in the flat opposite mine. She is kind of a friend with benefits I suppose, not really sex though, just pissing fun.

It started over a year ago now when somehow in conversation she ended up telling me about a previous boyfriend who liked watching her pee. I was bold enough to say I used to like watching past girlfriends pee too, whereupon she said that she needed a pee right then and asked me if I wanted to watch. Well of course I did. And so I followed her out into my bathroom where she began to unfasten her jeans. She asked me if I'd prefer to watch her pee in the shower cubicle. I told her to go right ahead. And so there she soon was, jeans and panties around her knees, squatting and pissing on the floor of the shower cubicle.

This became a frequent occurrence since she seemed to enjoy peeing in front of a guy in the shower cubicle. Then one day after inviting me to watch her pee again, she said I'd get a better view if she took her jeans right off. So she removed her footwear then lowered and stepped out of both her jeans and panties and tossed them aside in the living room. Then I followed her out into my bathroom, mesmerised by the sight of her jiggling ass cheeks as she walked. And again she peed in the shower cubicle. 

Being naked from the waist down was something that nearly always happened during her displays from now on. Sometimes she would actually use the toilet but by standing astride it rather than sitting on it. She was a rather messy pisser and quite a lot splashed onto the seat but I didn't mind at all, even though she'd just leave it for me to clean up. A few times she peed in my kitchen sink. Sometimes she would ask me to hold a glass for her to pee in. The hissy splashing sound of it filling the glass and the feel of it growing warm as she peed in it was highly erotic.

By now of course it was obvious that she was not doing this just for my benefit but because she herself was getting off on it.

Then one day she stood astride the toilet, pretending not to notice that the lid was closed. Once in position, she pretended to suddenly notice that the lid was closed but said so what, she was going to piss there anyway. And she did, pissing all over the closed toilet, most of it ending up flooding the floor. In mid-flow I commented on that fact but said I didn't mind. At which point with a huge grin she shuffled forwards and did the rest of her piss directly onto the floor in front of the toilet. And of course just left it there for me to clean up.

She became more adventurous after that, deliberately pissing all over the kitchen floor and on the kitchen table. One of the most outrageous things she has done is not even bother using the kitchen, let alone the bathroom, and instead just stood with her legs apart and hands on hips right there in my living room. And just pissed all over my living room carpet. She has done that several times now, and also on my bedroom carpet beside my bed. She has peed against my bedroom wall, and even gotten up onto my bed and pissed on it. 

It is kind of fun how it started out in the shower or the toilet but got progressively more outrageous as time has passed. She knows I enjoy the show and I know she gets off on doing all this as her secret naughty pleasure. And she does it in my flat never her own. So its always my flat with the pissed on carpets and bed and pissed against walls. And pissed on furniture, because she has peed on my sofa as well, also the coffee table in the living room by standing astride it. Most of it ended up flowing off the sides into the carpet anyway. 

I always look forward to her visits, which invariably include her pissing somewhere random. Last time, just this morning in fact it, she peed against the living room wall. The carpet at it's base is still wet with her piss.

[steve25805 125,255]

Dear Wet Carpet

I am Carla and have always shared a bedroom with my sister Layla who is two years younger than me. We still live at home with our parents. When we were younger we were together in our bedroom and needed a pee, when Layla suggested we just pee right there on the floor for a laugh. On the carpet. So we did and it was kind of fun being so naughty. We did it quite a few times just for fun after that but it always dried out eventually. Fuck knows how mum never noticed. Unless she did and just said nothing, lol.

Anyway, we grew up and grew out of it and I am now 20 whilst Layla is 18. We had been out to the pub together on a sisters' night out last night and returned home pretty shitfaced and giggling in need of a pee. Which is when Layla suggested it would be more fun just to do it on the carpet in our bedroom again. Just for old time's sake. Well I am kind of an anything goes girl when drunk so agreed enthusiastically.

So we ran up the stairs, ran straight past the bathroom and into our bedroom, closing the door behind us. And soon we were both squatting in the middle of the room, skirts hoisted, panties tossed aside. And pissing there on the carpet just for fun. The fact that we were now both grown women old enough to know better just made it even more naughty. And so even more fun. The resulting wet patch was huge.

The carpet is still wet this morning and will likely take days to dry out. 

[hentaixt 1,563]

Not sure if anyone really remembers me. Last time I wrote was almost a year ago. I was just beginning to get comfortable peeing inappropriately. For a refresher, I had an experience peeing behind a grill in a department store, then the day after some fun with a thermos at a sporting shop. I've still been trying different places, but nothing as interesting as my first breakthroughs. I came back to talk about a good one that happened last week? Let's just call it the other yesterday. I was at a mall outlet and in a low-end clothing store to boot. I mean walking through the racks everything looked out of style from more than ten years ago. Honestly, as you might expect, I was not there for the merchandise, well not directly. I was planning to get some stuff and go to the fitting rooms to go on the carpeted floor. However, that is not what happened at all. This was my first stop that day, I made sure to not go after rousing myself from bed and getting ready to leave. The store was almost empty, not even that many employees and they were all... "stationed," you know, registers, fitting rooms, service desk; no one really watching the floor. Probably because it was a random Thursday, I had taken a day off for burnout after we finished a huge project at work. Sorry, I'm rambling. You all don't care about that. SO, I was at the back of the store, the deeper you are the more dense and close things are packed in around you. I was thinking about peeing, pondering what to take with me to the fitting area, when it hit me. I got the twinge again. My head shot up and scanned the area, there was no one, like literally. If I didn't know better, I would have said the whole store just left me there by myself. I made up my mind and immediately decided to alter my intentions, I was going to piss right here. As I said, I was ready for the situation today, a simple summer dress with a heavy skirt, nothing that looked unusual, I was wearing panties, but they were semi crotch-less. Not sure if I can really describe them, they were very open, like wearing a spiderweb... no that sounds silly. I'll just say they were easy access and if the wind blew up my dress, I was not going to appear exposed. Anyway, with minimal effort, they were out of the way. Looking around again, it was still very devoid, so I just started going. I would call it effortless, nothing seemed untoward, very natural. My urine was thick and fairly yellow, the scent was strong and unmistakable. With prior practice, I had become very good at directing my stream while standing. I swayed and sprayed what was in front of me, I leaned forward and shot behind me to cover those things as well. I reached in-between the hangers and separated them, my flow traveled through the gap soaking things on the other side from behind. By now I was feeling pretty bold. I cut off my release so I could move to a new spot. I walked over to some low shelves with jeans and pants folded on them. I lifted my skirt and started raining down over the new articles. This was done from behind them, meaning that I was visible in full from the main aisle. I stepped left and right making sure I covered as many pairs as possible. I still wasn't done though. This was a morning pee and I was quite full. Across the lane from where I was currently standing was a mannequin display, a seated mother with a daughter standing by her to the side. I stopped myself one more time and stepped around the shelf, before I sat down on it. I spread my legs wide, fully exposed, and started going for the final time. I pushed hard and made a long arch over the tiled floor aisle and splattered heavily on the two figures. I made careful effort to direct it at the bust of the larger one, then the face of both, and with whatever I had left, I drenched all I could of them. I even sat there with my legs still splayed open, everything on display, as I admired my work. After a few seconds, I got up, readjusted my clothes, and left; no rush, just casually walking. The only person I saw was a bored twenty something girl staring at her phone behind the register by the exit. By far my best time yet!

Edited August 23 by hentaixt

[wetguy321 67]

13 hours ago, hentaixt said:

Not sure if anyone really remembers me. Last time I wrote was almost a year ago. I was just beginning to get comfortable peeing inappropriately. For a refresher, I had an experience peeing behind a grill in a department store, then the day after some fun with a thermos at a sporting shop. I've still been trying different places, but nothing as interesting as my first breakthroughs. I came back to talk about a good one that happened last week? Let's just call it the other yesterday. I was at a mall outlet and in a low-end clothing store to boot. I mean walking through the racks everything looked out of style from more than ten years ago. Honestly, as you might expect, I was not there for the merchandise, well not directly. I was planning to get some stuff and go to the fitting rooms to go on the carpeted floor. However, that is not what happened at all. This was my first stop that day, I made sure to not go after rousing myself from bed and getting ready to leave. The store was almost empty, not even that many employees and they were all... "stationed," you know, registers, fitting rooms, service desk; no one really watching the floor. Probably because it was a random Thursday, I had taken a day off for burnout after we finished a huge project at work. Sorry, I'm rambling. You all don't care about that. SO, I was at the back of the store, the deeper you are the more dense and close things are packed in around you. I was thinking about peeing, pondering what to take with me to the fitting area, when it hit me. I got the twinge again. My head shot up and scanned the area, there was no one, like literally. If I didn't know better, I would have said the whole store just left me there by myself. I made up my mind and immediately decided to alter my intentions, I was going to piss right here. As I said, I was ready for the situation today, a simple summer dress with a heavy skirt, nothing that looked unusual, I was wearing panties, but they were semi crotch-less. Not sure if I can really describe them, they were very open, like wearing a spiderweb... no that sounds silly. I'll just say they were easy access and if the wind blew up my dress, I was not going to appear exposed. Anyway, with minimal effort, they were out of the way. Looking around again, it was still very devoid, so I just started going. I would call it effortless, nothing seemed untoward, very natural. My urine was thick and fairly yellow, the scent was strong and unmistakable. With prior practice, I had become very good at directing my stream while standing. I swayed and sprayed what was in front of me, I leaned forward and shot behind me to cover those things as well. I reached in-between the hangers and separated them, my flow traveled through the gap soaking things on the other side from behind. By now I was feeling pretty bold. I cut off my release so I could move to a new spot. I walked over to some low shelves with jeans and pants folded on them. I lifted my skirt and started raining down over the new articles. This was done from behind them, meaning that I was visible in full from the main aisle. I stepped left and right making sure I covered as many pairs as possible. I still wasn't done though. This was a morning pee and I was quite full. Across the lane from where I was currently standing was a mannequin display, a seated mother with a daughter standing by her to the side. I stopped myself one more time and stepped around the shelf, before I sat down on it. I spread my legs wide, fully exposed, and started going for the final time. I pushed hard and made a long arch over the tiled floor aisle and rained heavily on the two figures. I made careful effort to direct it at the bust of the larger one, then the face of both, and with whatever I had left, I drenched all I could of both. I even sat there with my legs still splayed open, everything on display, as I admired my work. After a few seconds, I got up, readjusted my clothes, and left; no rush, just casually walking. The only person I saw was a bored twenty something girl staring at her phone behind the register by the exit. By far my best time yet!

Glad to see you writing again!

[hentaixt 1,563]

6 hours ago, wetguy321 said:

Glad to see you writing again!

Was that intended for me, the character, or both? ^<^

[wetguy321 67]

2 hours ago, hentaixt said:

Was that intended for me, the character, or both? ^<^

I'd intended it for you, but it could totally be read as directed at the character! ^_^

[steve25805 125,255]

Dear Wet Carpet.

My wife has this thing she likes to do. She has been doing it since before we married several years ago. Basically, we keep a glass bowl under the bed and just before we turn in she pees in it. She rather enjoys doing it with me watching. It has long been our naughty pleasure. The usual routine is that once we are both naked - we sleep in the nude - she squats beside the bed, reaches under it to get the glass bowl which she places underneath herself, and does a long hissy piss in it with a grin on her face. Then she pushes it back under the bed. Often she'll piss in it first thing in the morning too. And I am the one who empties it in the morning.

Well yesterday after emptying it in the bathroom sink I got distracted by a phone call, and ended up leaving the bowl in the bathroom. Well last night we were both naked and ready for bed when my wife squatted beside the bed and reached under it for the glass bowl. But it wasn't there. My wife light-heartedly chastised me in a joking kind of way, then said she was just going to have to make do without it. And with a broadening grin, she started pissing right there on the carpet. The gentle hissing and the sound of it pattering down onto the carpet was awesome, and the sight of her golden spray hitting the carpet where a rapidly growing damp stain was forming was seriously turning me on as well. And it was obvious that she was enjoying it too. The wet patch beside the bed was huge by the time she was done..

This morning when she got out of bed she stepped into the wet patch and chuckled about the carpet still being wet, and said she had to go to the bathroom and started heading for the door. But then she said something about there being no point in bothering and that she might as well just do it on the floor again. And so she squatted in the middle of the room and did another long hissy yellow pee on the carpet.

Later in the day she mentioned this magazine as we were sat together in the living room, and said I might as well write in and tell you about her carpet pissings. Which is what I am doing. And whilst I was typing she grinned and said she'd give me something really good to add to my letter as she began to undress. Once naked she stood in the middle of the room with her legs apart and hands on hips, pissing right there all over our expensive living room carpet, swaying her hips from side to side to spray as large an area as possible. She pissed fucking loads as well so it is going to take a while to dry out. 

I love my wife, lol.



 

[steve25805 125,255]

Dear Wet Carpet.

When I was young my friend and I would sometimes squat and pee on the bedroom carpet just for fun. It was her idea and we used to do it in her bedroom but we also sometimes did it in mine too. It seemed like good fun being naughty. But one day we were squatting and peeing on my carpet beside the bed when my step mum suddenly walked in, catching us in mid flow. We stopped pissing as fast as we could and quickly pulled our knickers up. I can remember the look of utter surprise on my step mum's face, and remember expecting an angry tirade. But much to my surprise she just chuckled about us being naughty girls. She could tell we were embarrassed and instead of shouting at us, just said it didn't really matter if we only did it occasionally. It was my bedroom carpet after all so it was my mess. She could see that I was struggling to deal with her acceptance, and admitted that she used to do the same thing occasionally when she was our age and she turned out ok.

She said that we might as well finish our wees on the carpet. I remember my incredulous question. "Are you sure?" She said that she wasn't bothered but could see our doubts. So she said that just to prove she was okay with it, she was going to wee on the carpet herself. My friend and I couldn't believe what was happening as she unfastened her jeans and then lowered them and her panties down to her knees as she dropped down into a squat. She flashed us a grin and said that since the carpet had already been peed on, she might as well enjoy peeing there as well. And that's when my step mum started pissing right there on my bedroom carpet, quite brazenly in the middle of the room. She enthused in mid flow about not having done this for years, and that it was rather fun. When she was done she stood and pulled her jeans and panties back up, winked at us with a broad grin and left the room.

My friend and I laughed as she said how cool my step mum was.

A few months after that, I was alone in my bedroom on my bed reading, when she suddenly came in again stating with a grin that she needed to go for a piss but thought it would be more rather more fun to just have a wee on the carpet. Cue another long piss on my bedroom floor. This maybe happened another half a dozen times but then she stopped doing it, I think worried about who I might tell. 

But I can never forget how cool she was about the whole thing. Most parents or step parents I am sure would have gone ballistic.

Edited September 2 by steve25805

[steve25805 125,255]

Dear Wet Carpet.

My name is Clare and I am in a relationship with Dani. This us a picture of us. I am the one kissing Dani and she is the one being kissed....

Thing is Dani is a dirty bitch into pissing everywhere and introduced me to this magazine. She is a woman of means having inherited a lot of money so owns a three bedroom house where I live with her. I first met her in a fetish club on watersports night. I was introduced to it by a past boyfriend who had a thing about being peed on. And I have always enjoyed seeing ladies peeing, more so than guys which is when I began to realise I was more into the girls. Neither Dani Nor I are particularly into being peed on, though we have both peed on other people at the fetish club and at parties.

After I split from my boyfriend I continued going to the fetish club on watersports night, because it was fun to see other girls peeing and peeing in front of people myself. And that is when Dani caught my eye because her pissing antics were exceptional. I liked the way she would do wild things like pull her panties aside and stand and piss against the nearest wall or all over the floor, or even squatting upon a table. We kind of hit it off, became lovers, and I moved in to her place.

There is where all the real naughty pissing happens, either or both of us peeing on the living room carpet whenever we feel like it rather than boringly going to the bathroom. Dani says why bother using the toilet when there are perfectly good floors and carpets to piss on or walls to piss against. At night we often piss on the bedroom carpet just for fun, and frequently piss all over the bathroom and kitchen floors. And Dani in particular loves just pissing against the nearest wall. In one of the spare bedrooms there is a large double bed that we often like to piss on. The mattress is ruined but we still piss on it. When Dani is feeling really kinky, she often suggests naughty ideas, like standing facing the sofa together and pissing all over it. Or squatting and pissing on one of the tables somewhere. We have pissed in wardrobes and cupboards, on the kitchen counter, down the carpeted stairs, on the toilet with the lid still closed, even in the fridge.

Sometimes we have piss parties where invited female guests join us for a night of serious drinking and pissing. I can tell you that having as many as a dozen women of all shapes and sizes ranging from 18 years old to 58 years old, all pissing anywhere and everywhere is wild. On one occasion there were twelve of us all pissing multiple times on the living room carpet. It was fucking soaked and squelching underfoot for days afterwards, and soon smelt decidedly pissy. We threw it away and replaced it, not because a piss stained carpet bothered us in any way but simply because it is more fun pissing on a new carpet in good condition. It is our custom to christen any new carpet at the first opportunity. And invite guests to do so too.

Thing is, most of the wallpaper in every room is covered in piss stains, also much of the furniture. We keep guests to a minimum because most vanilla types would never understand. But any female guest is welcome to pee anywhere she likes pretty much, the exception being not on electrical goods for obvious reasons. Though the kettle has been peed in a few times. One 42 year old blonde who is a regular at our parties has a thing about pissing in our kettle. She tends to remove the lid and place it upon the kitchen floor and stand over it with her legs apart, pissing in it. Though half of it misses and goes all over the floor. But the floor is usually already flooded with piss on piss party nights anyway so it makes little difference. 

People piss on each other sometimes of course. The 42 year old blonde likes to squat over a willing lady's face and piss in her mouth. And the one whose mouth is being used as a toilet often drinks it. Not my thing but it's cool to watch. Anything goes on piss party nights after all. Have seen some great sights. Like three naked ladies squatting upon our bed and pissing all over each other's hands there. Had to find somewhere else to sleep until the mattress dried out. And a lady going down on her girlfriend who started pissing whilst she was licking. And two women sixty nining on the living room floor as the rest of us stood around them pissing all over them. On one occasion two ladies were laying upon the dining room table as Dani and I squatted over their faces and pissed in their mouths. We were pretty drunk by then to have agreed to do that. We have seen women pissing in each other's glasses and drinking it, though that also sometimes happens at the fetish club on watersports night as well. One 18 year old likes to stand astride the living room coffee table and piss all over it. She too also likes to take a piss whilst someone is going down on her and often orgasms during the experience.

Yes, piss parties are wild. 

 

Edited September 2 by steve25805

[hentaixt 1,563]

Hello again all. I know I just wrote recently, so I hope you're not getting tired of me. I just had my best session yet though and had to share. I am currently on a trip, out of state. I was just planning on going a couple of times in "safe" places, but to do that I needed to be drinking fluids. I had gotten bored of water and decided to go across the street to a mini-mart and get a sports drink. It was cheaper to buy off the shelf instead of the cooler and since I was at the hotel, there was an ice machine on every other floor. I think you might know where this (and I) is going. I got my drink back to the room and headed down a floor to get ice. I was just getting full enough to feel the need, but I wanted a big release for the night, since I was planning to use the space under the bed and I would have plenty of room there. I strolled along until I found the room at the opposite end of the hall from the stairs I used. I slipped inside the alcove and scooped my bucket through the ice. As I did so, I got the twinge. I wasn't sure what to think. I stood there for a few seconds, then I dumped my ice back in and repeated the motion. Sure, enough the sensation hit again. I looked at the ice, starting into it like my gaze was going to melt it. I'm not sure if I did, but while I stood there transfixed, the ice shifted, and the sound brought back the twinge. Three times can't be wrong. I set my bucket to the side, making sure it would not be in the line of fire. I ducked my head out looking both directions and waiting for any sort of movement to convince me this was more insane than I had ever attempted. I was met with nothing but absolute silence offset by the hum of lighting. I had only thrown on a slip dress to go over to the mart, so nothing was preventing me from being ready. I had even forgone panties, just to be bold. The dress was long enough to not even worry about it. So, I widened my stance, bend a little at the knees, and moved my dress up out of the way. I could feel the cold on my privates and it was rather soothing considering how hot the situation had made my body. After a few seconds of concentration, my flow started. It shot forward and splashed over the ice. Thankfully it was almost completely clear from the water, the only way you could see the yellow was against the ice itself. It melted slowly under the heat of my pee, making crackling noises and it collapsed and fell. I was at full force when something unexpected happened. The door to the stairs next to alcove opened. I locked my position, I was stuck. I can usually control my flow, but the startle had me all out of sorts. I heard the voices of two girls chatting, they were apparently returning from the pool. Both passed right by, while I was urinating in the public ice machine. I am almost certain they saw me, but I think they were too distracted to realize what was actually happening. Needless to say, I pushed hard and got the rest out of me quickly, grabbed my ice and fled. I actually went down a floor, around and back up to my room, just to be safe. I took a shower and furiously pleasured myself... three times. I was so excited, pent up, and scared, it was a rolling thing, one after the other, then the third took a bit of work. After that, I was wiped and crashed naked on the bed after barely toweling off. I think the shower might have been too hot, as I felt dizzy as I bounced on the mattress and was instantly asleep. I woke up a few hours later after getting chilled, my bladder telling me it was full again. Now I have written this... so that's how recent all this happened. I am looking around the room as I sit here, I think the nightstand drawer looks like a good spot for round two.

[hibillymayshear 548]

On 3/8/2024 at 12:39 PM, hibillymayshear said:

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?

Dear wet carpet: Part 2 

Today I was home alone in our apartment. James my boyfriend who I share my naughty pissing adventures with was at work. I was bored and desperately needed to pee. But instead of using the bedroom corner I wanted to be a little more adventurous today so I decided I was going to do my pee in the living room corner. I got into a semi squat position and began spraying my piss against the wall and on the carpet. Suddenly the door opened and my heart sank as the landlord's wife walked in. She was a very attractive indian women in her mid 40s. I immediately stopped peeing. I forgot they were doing a inspection today. But to my surprise she wasn't angry but stood there smiling. After a period of awkward silence she went on to explain how her and her family (husband, daughter and son) also like to pee freely around the house since both her and her husband grew up doing it in india since their homes had no toilet and they feel like peeing in the toilet is a waste of water. She also explained how their house smelled strongly of pee and it didn't bother them since they enjoyed the smell. But like me and my boyfriend they still use the toilet for number 2. The landlords wife reassured me that I could continue my pee on the carpet in front of her so I continued peeing a strong stream onto the carpet and against the wall. Watching me pee must have made her have to go since she asked me if it was ok if she could pee in my living room and I told her it was ok. So she took off her pants, panties, got into a squatting position and started to pee in the middle of our living room. She peed for almost a minute and it was a really powerful stream. After she finished we had tea together in the kitchen and she told me that me and my boyfriend will have to go over to her place for some naughty pee fun. I cant wait for my boyfriend to get home from work so I can tell him what happened today. 
 

Edited September 16 by hibillymayshear

[listman88 2]

14 hours ago, hibillymayshear said:

Dear wet carpet: Part 2 

Today I was home alone in our apartment. James my boyfriend who I share my naughty pissing adventures with was at work. I was bored and desperately needed to pee. But instead of using the bedroom corner I wanted to be a little more adventurous today so I decided I was going to do my pee in the living room corner. I got into a semi squat position and began spraying my piss against the wall and on the carpet. Suddenly the door opened and my heart sank as the landlord's wife walked in. She was a very attractive indian women in her mid 40s. I immediately stopped peeing. I forgot they were doing a inspection today. But to my surprise she wasn't angry but stood there smiling. After a period of awkward silence she went on to explain how her and her family (husband, daughter and son) also like to pee freely around the house since both her and her husband grew up doing it in india since their homes had no toilet and they feel like peeing in the toilet is a waste of water. She also explained how their house smelled strongly of pee and it didn't bother them since they enjoyed the smell. But like me and my boyfriend they still use the toilet for number 2. The landlords wife reassured me that I could continue my pee on the carpet in front of her so I continued peeing a strong stream onto the carpet and against the wall. Watching me pee must have made her have to go since she asked me if it was ok if she could pee in my living room and I told her it was ok. So she took off her pants, panties, got into a squatting position and started to pee in the middle of our living room. She peed for almost a minute and it was a really powerful stream. After she finished we had tea together in the kitchen and she told me that me and my boyfriend will have to go over to her place for some naughty pee fun. I cant wait for my boyfriend to get home from work so I can tell him what happened today. 
 

Yes, we want part three

[steve25805 125,255]

Dear Wet Carpet.

My name is Emily, and I am a curvaceous blonde in my 20s today.

But when I was younger and still at home with my parents I was going through a phase of occasionally peeing on my bedroom carpet for fun. I don't know where the idea came from but I got a kick out of just doing it there instead of going to the toilet.

Then one day I was enjoying another piss on the floor in the corner when my mum walked in. I quickly stopped weeing and pulled my jeans back up, embarrassed and nervous, expecting an angry tirade. Instead she just laughed and said, "Pissing on the carpet, eh?" Then she said something about doing the same sort of thing herself when she was my age. And then, "Doing it discreetly in the corner is not the way to do it. If you're going to do it at all be brazen about it. It's more fun."

I couldn't believe how she was reacting to be honest.

Then she said, "I need to go anyway so I'll show you how it should be done." And she parted her legs where she stood in the middle of the room, lifted the front of her skirt with one hand and pulled the crotch of her panties aside with her other. I could clearly see her pubes. A moment later and with a very audible hiss, a golden torrent was spraying forwards and down to patter onto my bedroom carpet. Gyrating her hips from side to side with a massive grin on her face, she was deliberately peeing on as much of the carpet as possible.

In mid flow she flashed me a massive grin, saying "That's how you piss on the carpet"  Then she laughed as she carried on til she was done, pissing for ages. 

After the last few dribbles had dropped to the floor she let her skirt drop back into place whilst covering her crotch again, then with a grin simply said, "That's better." And chuckled as she left the room.

We never mentioned it again. She never did it again. But that's the time mum showed me that it was cool to piss on the carpet.

Now I tend to like dating guys who are happy to let me use their carpets as toilets. The guy I am seeing now likes watching me piss on his bedroom carpet right beside his side of the bed..

He probably steps in it when he gets up in the morning, lol  

[steve25805 125,255]

Dear Wet Carpet.

I'm a guy in my 40s who lives alone since my divorce, and work in retail. I befriended a young university lecturer and married mother of two who is in her mid 20s, name of Chloe. We got to know each other on a pee fetish forum. She had never done anything naughtier than pee in the shower, keeping her secret interest in peeing a secret from her husband and family. She has long fantasised about being able to pee anywhere with total abandon but would never do it in her own home. I told her that she would be welcome to pee on the floor or anywhere else at my pad and we shared fantasies about her doing that. It turned out that we only lived 15 miles apart and she was a regular in the supermarket I worked in. We realised it was possible that we knew each other as retail worker and customer, so we agreed to swap photos.

I recognised her at once, a young lady with a nice ass and very long hair almost down to her ass, someone very friendly and pleasant to talk to. She recognised me too. We exchanged knowing smiles after that every time we encountered each other in the store, and the fact that we knew each other on this basis in real life and liked each other lubricated the wheels of trust. And pretty soon I was inviting her to visit mine any time she liked if she really did want to just pee on the floor someplace. And she was up for it. Conveniently I lived only a couple of miles from the university she lectured in, so it was logistically very easy for her to detour to mine on the way home on days when I was in.

And so there came the day when for the first time she knocked on my door and greeted me with a friendly smile as I let her in. She was jiggling a bit saying that she hadn't been all day and was saving it up. Nice touch. She asked if I was sure it was okay for her to pee somewhere random, and I told her to go right on a head. So with a naughty smirk she walked into my kitchen , and flashed a grin at me as she reached for her jeans fastenings, unzipping as she asked, "Okay if I pee on your kitchen floor?"

I told her to go right ahead and within a few seconds her jeans and panties were down to her knees as she squatted in the middle of my kitchen, her pussy and it's brunette pubes, and her gorgeous naked ass on full display. She just hovered there for a few seconds, grinning at me at the thought of what she was going to do. She chuckled, "I can't believe I'm going to do this." Seconds later with a sudden soft hissing, a truly golden torrent started splashing loudly onto the tiled floor. She kept switching her gaze from the rapidly growing yellow puddle and then to me and back again. enjoying both the sight of her own pee splashing down onto the floor and my own obvious pleasure at her performance. She was enjoying it too it was obvious. In mid flow she enthused," I can't believe I'm actually peeing on the kitchen floor!" At which she gleefully laughed. And carried on pissing. By the time she was done the puddle was massive. 

She then stood, pulled her jeans and panties back into place, and giggled as she thanked me for the use of my facilities. She soon departed saying that she couldn't hang around because her husband and kids might start wondering where she was. She walked out the door with a friendly farewell as I told her she was welcome anytime she needed a pee and was in the area. She said she'd definitely be visiting again. And then she was gone, leaving me with a massive puddle of piss on the floor to mop up. Because leaving that to me was part of the deal too. But I left it there for several hours , enjoying the sight of her piss on the floor and the memory it triggered every time I entered the kitchen.

Since then, when I am home she has frequently called in on the way home from uni, staying just long enough to enjoy a piss someplace. She always arrives with a full bladder. No one else knows about this. It is our naughty secret pleasure. But I have encouraged her to pee wherever the hell she feels like so she has become more adventurous. As well as peeing on the kitchen and bathroom floors, she has squatted and peed on my living room carpet. Several times now. And on my bedroom carpet. Right beside my bed. Several times she has actually peed on my bed. Other times she has peed on the kitchen table, on the living room sofa, on top of the fridge once, even in my kettle. She has peed on my hallway carpet and down my carpeted stairs. I let her pee wherever she wants. She loves doing it. And I love watching her. And she is cool with that.

Amusingly, this turns her on so much that the sex with her husband later has become more frequent and more fun. He thinks he has died and gone to heaven, but has no idea why his wife is so turned on, lol. So this is working for everyone, lol.

[hentaixt 1,563]

So, me again. I am thinking I need to give myself a name, I am open to suggestions, the only thing I can create right now is "Hopeefully," which is not great. Anyway, I was able to pee in public again. I might finally be getting the hang of it, to go whenever I want. I always knew it was about confidence and learning how to be safe. The weekend was fun, because I had a friend with me this time. She is not supportive of my "hobby" but she will not stop me, and even gives me opportunities to do it. We had gone to the old district for some indie shopping, but that is enough about the boring stuff. It was a record store, vintage vinyl, tapes, 8 tracks, but it had a small basement section for "last chance" items. The room was already musty and all the old stuff just made it very aromatic, in that unpleasant but comforting way. We were going down the steps when I got the twinge, I did not really even have to go, it was still early morning and I had not drunk much at all. At the bottom of the steps, I looked around and my friend could see it on my face. "You want to urinate in here, don't you?" She always says it that way, "urinate..." like that is going to deter me. We went in opposite directions, so that was my cue to do whatever. Since I had an accomplice, I really wanted to pee on stuff this time and I had the prefect thing present itself to me. At the back corner there was a box on the floor labeled, "Confirmed BROKEN!: Fifty cents for one, FREE for TEN." I saw it and my whole lower section did a flip while my heart raced. Glancing around for cameras, I played it cool like I was trying to spot my friend, I am sure it looked suspect, since the room was quite small, I might have lost my friend... if the power went out, otherwise she could have heard me from the other side of the space even whispering. I was in full jeans because I was not expecting anything that day, but I unbuttoned and slid them down as a squatted next to the box. I had wanted to do it standing, but I knew that would be too conspicuous even with only the two of us there. After a few seconds of getting in position, my stream started. It shot forward and into the box, the splashing / hissing / splattering sounds filled the room. "Wow, you're really doing it! You urinate all over that... stuff." I laughed and it made my flow scatter all over, hitting other things sat nearby. That happened to be a box of 45 records without sleeves, and since I had already hit it once, I just directed myself to it intentionally now. My friend moved casually around the room closer to the stairs, I was aware this meant she was keeping a watch for anyone that might venture down to join us. As I said, I did not have to go, so I did not pee for long, maybe twenty seconds, but there was no mistaking what had been done. The boxes were wet and streaked, the various things inside dotted with rivulets, paper labels soaked with liquid, a few errant drips on the floor too. As I stood up and redressed, my friend stepped up behind me and looked over my shoulder to see the results. "Not Bad. Did you have Fun?" I answered with a big smile. "Good, maybe next time I can do it with you." My eyes got really big as I looked for any sarcasm in her tone or facial expression. She did have a slight smirk, which usually indicates she is serious. I guess I will let you know if any goes comes of it later!