Wet Carpet magazine

[Osiris 63]

dear wet carpet,

I was walking along the beach the other night. I just wanted to listen to the water. Suddenly I had to pee. I looked around and seen I was in the clear so I pulled out my peepee and let loose. About half way through I seen two people coming up the beach boardwalk and eventually found out they were cops. Its not like I could cut off my pee half way so I just kept going. They walked up to me and obviously seen what I was doing, but to my surprise they didn’t lecture me on it. He just asked me how my night was going and commented on the weather. As we were making small talk I just left my penis hanging out of my unzipped fly. They did not seem to care. What really surprised me was that eventually the one cop looked down at my peepee and said”that’s a good idea” and both he and the other cop that was with him both pulled out their dicks and began to pee. “That feels better” he said. They even crossed their piss streams. They finished peeing and he said “enjoy your evening”. I said the same, but as they began to walk away I noticed that neither of the officers bothered to put their peepee’s back in their pants. They just continued to walk up the boardwalk with their cocks out on full display. I listened to the waves for a little awhile longer and then I walked home. And I walked the whole way with my penis hanging out of my jeans, talk about a natural high!

 

Im starting to wonder if this is a new trend for men to walk around in public with their penis’ hanging out?

 

At one point it felt so good that I got a huge erection and soon after passed by a fit mom walking her dog. I smiled and said “nice night isn’t it”.  She smiled and said” Yes! Its a beautiful night to take your cock for a w…I mean take my dog for a walk.” She was a little flustered but I think she enjoyed it.

[steve25805 126,393]

Dear Wet Carpet.

I'm a 32 year old Dutch blonde and I earn a living as a performance artist, specialising in the more outrageous, pushing the envelope performances. For the last week I have been performing to sell out crowds and rave reviews in a performance about private acts as public performances. Basically this involves myself and two other women being naked on stage and doing various random things. The highlight for me is the part where all three of us stand with our legs apart and hands on hips facing the audience and piss all over the stage. Our director encourages us all to drink loads beforehand so we can piss loads. The stage is flooded with piss every night, lol. 

Amusingly, the other girls just view it as part of the performance, as apparently do the audience. In fact I chuckled to myself when I read a review in the British newspaper, the Guardian, by a young female art critic, going on about what it all meant and what we were trying to say, juxtaposing the private act of urination with the fact of doing it very publicly, circumventing all ladylike norms of sitting or squatting, and standing there doing it in full view as a public performance. She spoke of the excellent performance where women defy all conventions and interpreted this as an assertion of feminine freedom against the patriarchy, the artists by our performance supposedly saying a massive screw you to the males in the audience whilst demonstrating female empowerment to the women.

And some such twaddle.

But I was only doing it because I was being paid to do it. And what no one knows is that I was actually  getting off on it, standing naked in front of an audience of hundreds, and pissing right there all over the stage in full view of that audience, accompanied by two other naked ladies doing the same. Piss all over the stage by the time we were done. And the icing on the cake was that we just got to walk off at the end of the show, leaving it there for the cleaners to clean up.

And you know what? As a performance artist I can do such outrageous things and secretly get a kick out of it, and still be considered part of respectable society. How many other women could piss naked all over a stage in front of an audience every night, and still be lauded by high society? lol. I must admit I inwardly chuckle at this.

Edited November 4 by steve25805

[hentaixt 1,592]

I work as a geology assist at a local college. We do digs occasionally, but for the most part I am "go for" girl, sent to get samples during classes or set things up before-hand. The professor and I were doing instruction one evening and she had forgotten to grab an example for the demonstration. She sent me off to the storage room to retrieve it, I got it without issue and was headed back out when I heard the door *click*, I tried the handle and it was LOCKED! This is an evening class as stated and I guess the time for the auto-doors to lock for the night struck and room was swipe in AND out for security during off hours. It’s not usually an issue as the professor has a badge we use when putting things away, but I didn't have it with me or my phone. I was stuck. Minutes passed, I assumed she would come to track me down, but apparently was busy instructing. After about ten minutes, I went and knocked on the door to see if I could alert someone, but storage is not near the classroom for this period. The problem was, I REALLY needed to pee. I was going to stop on the way back, since it would only add a minute or two, but I was getting desperate now due to feeling trapped. After two more minutes I caved.... I went to the farthest corner stripped down my pants and started splattering directly on the tile. It was strong and unstoppable at this point, which is why my blood ran cold when I heard the *beep* and *click* of the door again. The teacher called out to me, "Tracy?" I tried to stay quiet, but she did it again, "Tracy??" So, I had to answer.

"I-I'm back here, Dr. Londan. The door locked me in and... Well, UH~" By this time she had made her way to me and saw the massive puddle while I was still pissing my job goodbye.

"Oh, Tracy.... Oh no. Alright, finish up, we'll deal with this after class." I did, after roughly another whole minute. When all the students had left, we stopped by the Janitor Closet off the bathroom for a mop.

Once we got back to the rock storage I immediately tried to explain and apologize, "I'm SO SORRY.... I-I-I was stuck I did-didn't know what else to-"
"Stop stressing. It was beyond your control, a fluke situation at best. There's no way you could have planned for this to happen."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, nothing to fret about. We are the only ones that know.... and that is how it will remain." While we worked to clean up the massive lake of urine and move the samples back to the shelves from class, Dr. Londan started talking again, "Hey Tracy? Did I ever tell you about my college days? No, I don't suppose there was ever a reason to... we are not that close. The truth is, I used to be a bit rebellious. It was sort of an odd time to be a female geologist during those day and so often dig sites had no facilities, even portable ones." She looked at me searching for a reaction and then continued, "Well as you might guess that meant I got accustomed to relieving myself in unusual locations, and even sometimes with my male counterparts. As a result, I started being a bit LOOSE with the definition of a Quote Unquote Toilet." Again she paused, waiting for some sign. "So, since we already have some of your pee left to clean... could I just~" Here she made an odd low gesture with her hands something that would indicate "spraying" I guess.

"Wait!? You want pee on purpose?"

She looked at me with a sheepishly bold face and just answered, "Yes Please." When I failed to protest or stop her, she leaned the mop against the wall and started unbuttoning her jeans. She slipped them down her legs to her ankles and hopped up on the counter behind her. Her legs were spread at the knees and tethered by her clothes at her ankles, but I could see her bright red bush and her whole vulva. Without hesitation, she started peeing; it shot forward well past her clothes and splashed loudly on the floor nearly to the cabinet across from her. As she continued the stream went slowly upwards with gathering force. After only seconds it was a high flowing arch, tall and wide enough for me to walk under if I wanted. I watched with shock and reverence at the sheer raw ability and oddity of the situation. This carried on for at least three quarters of a minute, before finally showing a change in intensity. It drooped back to a mostly horizontal direction for about ten more seconds then it was all over. "Wow! That brings back memories... I forgot how fun it was to do that. I think I might rekindle this as an off the clock hobby. Hmm, wonder what other places on campus would work?" Muttering more to herself, “Student Union, LIBRARY, Gym, Tennis Courts, Automotive shop?, THEATRE…..”
"Dr Londan!"
She started, "Right Right Right... probably not good for my career to be thinking like that. Well, guess we start over?" We cleaned up the new lake of piss from Dr. Londan and headed out for the night. As she said, nothing was ever mentioned about the incident... but it has me wondering what else she may have done now.

Edited 3 hours ago by hentaixt