Wet Carpet magazine

[ABBYPEEGODDESS 1,515]

Dear Wet Carpet & Alfresco,

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

[steve25805 121,275]

Dear Wet Carpet.

I am a 21 year old female who recently left home. I cannot yet afford to rent a full place of my own let alone buy anything so I have moved in with this couple about ten years older than me, renting a spare room in their home but sharing their kitchen and bathroom. They did point out that they were free and easy going but that if anything bothered me to let them know. But that they were hoping for a tenant who was not going to be too judgemental because they loved having fun after a few drinks. But they promised me they were decent people who wouldnt bother me in any untoward way.

I didnt know what they were getting at, but I needed the room and am rather open minded anyway. I assumed they sometimes had sex on the couch or maybe roamed around the house with very little on in hot weather or something.

Well one night I heard them coming in late after a night of drinking in the local pub and then a nightclub. They were very noisy and there was a whole load of noisy laughter coming from the downstairs kitchen. Then after a few minutes they were both giggling noisily as they came up the stairs to their bedroom.

Next morning I awoke before them and went downstairs to make some coffee and toast. And thats when I noticed the kitchen floor was covered in piss. Seems that in their drunkenness they'd decided to piss on the kitchen floor for fun and leave it until the morning. To say I was surprised would be an understatement but I was not shocked or horrified at all. I am very open-minded. And have seen people doing stuff like that on videos before. So I knew it was a thing for some people. I was always aware that some people even liked being peed on. My first serious boyfriend enjoyed having me pee all over him, so I have done the whole golden shower thing, which was very enjoyable at the time. Anyway, since I wasn't all that bothered I just made my coffee and toast and went back into my room with it, leaving their piss there for them to clean up. My bare feet were wet after walking around the kitchen in their piss. Didnt really bother me though. I've had a guy piss on my ass before, so pissy wet feet are not going to phase me. 

I was on my way out a bit later when they were up and about and in the kitchen. She was mopping the pissy floor but even as she did so, her husband was standing there with his dick out pissing on the floor, with a big grin on his face. They both apologised about the mess and explained that they were drunk last night and sometimes after a few too many drinks pissing can be fun. They said they hoped I didn't mind. He just carried right on pissing during this conversation as if having his dick out and pissing on the kitchen floor was the most natural thing in the world. Neither seemed bothered that I could not resist repeatedly glancing at his pissing dick.

Again I was surprised rather than shocked, and reassured them that I wasnt bothered due to being open minded. I had after all peed on a guy before. He was still pissing as I walked out the door, whilst she was mopping with a grin on her face.

That wasnt the only time they came in and peed all over the kitchen floor after some serious drinking. It happened quite a lot but they always mopped it up in the morning when they eventually got up. Wasnt just the kitchen either. Sometimes they'd be laughing drunkenly as they pissed all over the bathroom floor. Because the bathroom was right next to my bedroom I could hear everything when they did that, especially as they left the door wide open most of the time.

I myself often had to get up and pee during the night and would go to the bathroom to use the toilet. But a couple of times after they'd earlier peed all over the bathroom floor, I thought I would just piss on the floor too for fun. The floor was flooded with piss anyway so they would never know I had done it. And to be honest they would probably not have been bothered even if they had known. Anyway, it was actually quite a pleasure to be squatting over and pissing on someone else's floor. 

On weeknights they went to bed earlier because both worked. And apparently my going to the bathroom in the middle of the night was an issue because when not drunk they slept lightly and I tended to wake them. She was in my room with me explaining this and was very nice and pleasant about this, but suggested that I either keep a bowl or something under the bed to empty in the morning, or else just piss on the floor in the corner, or beside the bed if that was more convenient. I was rather incredulous because she was actually suggesting that I pee on their spare room carpet.  I asked if she was sure she was ok with that. She said it was an old carpet anyway. And that going to the bathroom was a hassle as was emptying a bowl of piss every morning. She said she used to do the latter herself but now just pees on the floor beside her bed if she ever needs to go. Its both more convenient and rather good fun. She leaned in towards me in an almost conspiratorial way and in a lower voice told me that her husband sometimes like to piss against the bedroom wall..

She could see that I was uncertain about all this, not because I found it shocking but because it wasn't my property. She commented that she could see I had doubts about doing it on the carpet so she was going to show me that it was okay. And she strode over to the corner of my room, unfastened and lowered her jeans, then her panties and dropped down into a squat facing me with a big grin. Then she started pissing right there on the carpet, making a huge puddle and enthusing about what good fun this was. I couldnt believe it. Anyway, aroused by the idea of doing it, I soon found myself squatting  beside my bed and peeing on the carpet as well, as she watched with approval, herself still pissing away.

When done she pulled her jeans up and commented that she hoped I understood that using the floor was fine. She looked at me still squatting and pissing and approvingly commented that she could see I understood it was ok. And to be honest, I have been pissing on the carpet beside my bed ever since. 

One time recently after they'd been drinking again, they barged drunkenly into my bedroom, both already naked. She laughed about how her husband wanted to christen the carpet too. And she took his dick in her hand aiming it all around as he pissed all over the carpet right in front of me. Then she dropped into a semi-squat with her hands on her knees and, with a huge grin on her face, pissed right there on the carpet too. They both laughed drunkenly as they left the room after that. And to be honest I quite enjoyed the show. Which they kind of knew. 

Now they find me such an agreeable tenant that they have agreed to let me live there rent free. In return, they get to piss in my room whenever they feel like it. When drunk usually they will come in and pee all over the carpet and against the walls. I am living and sleeping rent free in a room that stinks of piss, parts of the carpet squelching underfoot. But the sheer outrageous dirtiness of that itself somehow adds to the thrill. And I get to piss all over that same carpet whenever I feel like it, which is usually whenever I am home and needing to go. And take pleasure in the fact that it is not my carpet I am pissing on.







 

[steve25805 121,275]

Dear Wet Carpet

My wife and I are both in our mid 40s with grown up kids who have left home. We have been happily married since our late teens and are fully liberated and open with each other about sex and erotic issues. We came late to the whole peeing scene, not really finding our way to it until after the kids had left. With the house to ourselves we began to spice up our sex lives by seeking out different things re porn. And more for a laugh really we decided to look at something we stumbled across featuring ladies peeing in random places in hotel rooms and suchlike. And to be honest, quite to my surprise at first, I was really into it, and was quite turned on. My wife noticed my hard on and said those ladies peeing all over the place were rather naughty but it did look like good fun. She could see the attraction of being bad. She said she needed to pee herself and suggested peeing in the shower cubicle with me watching. But I suggested she just pee on the bathroom floor. It would be more fun because its even naughtier. I told her I would clean up the mess and with that she was well up for it.

So we were about to head upstairs to the bathroom, when I suggested it might be even more fun just to do it in the kitchen. She laughed that that was just so wrong on so many levels, but conceded that this would make it even more fun. And so we went out into the kitchen where she stepped out of her panties and tossed them aside, then hoisted the back of her skirt as she lowered herself into a squat. She hovered there for several seconds, savouring the moment and the thrill of what she was about to do. And then with quite a loud hiss she was doing it, gleefully and deliberately pissing on the tiled kitchen floor, creating a massive puddle. 

She stood up when she was done and looked at the mess she had made with a big grin and enthused upon how much fun that was. Then she wanted to watch me do it. So I got my dick out and peed all over the floor right in front of her.

And thats how it started. But it soon became a regular pleasure of ours, peeing on the kitchen floor when we were downstairs or all over the bathroom floor when we were upstairs. With me the one who cleaned it up. During the night we found it more convenient not to have to go to the bathroom at all. So we got into the habit of keeping a large glass bowl under the bed which we would retrieve when we needed to go, and piss in it. If the other one was awake, the one who needed to piss would make a show of it, placing the bowl on the floor in the middle of the room. She would hover over it and pee, whilst i tended to stand aiming my dick towards it. Most of my piss went in the bowl but occasionally when I first let loose, for the first second or two I might overshoot and hit the carpet, but this just seemed to amuse her. It was my job to empty the contents in the morning of course. 

We found this magazine in due course and subscribed, delighting at the outrageous pissings of some of the ladies. Then one night after a few drinks and she wanted a pee just as were were getting ready for bed, she suggested doing it on the bathroom floor yet again and said I could clean it up in the morning. But I suggested doing something really naughty like the ladies in your magazine. I suggested we not bother using the bathroom at all, not even the floor. I suggested we pee on the bedroom carpet. She raised the issue of the mess and the clean up but I suggested we not bother worrying about that. No one else ever comes into our bedroom anyway so who cares if it smells a bit pissy after a while. It will only be our own piss and not anyone else's. And it would be the ultimate naughty thing to do. Any smell might just serve as a constant naughty erotic reminder

I thought I might be going too far with my suggestions, but she she was surprisingly quickly sold on the idea. Clearly the idea of it was as much of a turn on for her as it was for me. And so in the bedroom we both stripped naked whereupon she dropped down into a squat in the middle of the room and was soon enjoying a very long piss right there on the carpet. And she was clearly loving it.

When it was my turn to go she decided she wanted to lend me a hand and ended up gleefully aiming my dick all around so that I peed on a large area of the carpet.

Now the carpet pissing in the bedroom has become our secret pleasure. We both take great delight in frequently pissing on that carpet, in the middle of the room or in a corner or just right beside the bed. And our bedroom does rather smell of piss but that just seems to add to the thrill for us in a perverse kind of way. Sometimes, rather than simply squat she will semi-squat with her hands on her knees, or stand with her legs apart with her hands on hips, giving me these more outrageous views of her pissing. Sometimes she even stands and pees against the wall and loves to watch me doing so as well. The wallpaper is yellow stained and ruined in many spots, and the carpet is a mess too, almost permanently damp in places with piss. It truly is our thing now.

When we are downstairs we do still find it more convenient just to piss on the kitchen floor sometimes, though one of my wife's kinky pleasures is to get up and pee on the kitchen table. That idea was all hers. One time she opened the fridge door and stood there pissing in it, after telling me to watch what she was about to do. She is as into it as I am, which is brilliant.

[steve25805 121,275]

Dear Wet Carpet. 

I share a rented house with three other young ladies, all of us in our 20s. As well as being housemates we have all become good friends and drinking buddies, and often come home drunk together. We have long tended to be pretty outrageous when having had a bit too much to drink and when you combine that fact with the tendency of alcohol to make you need to pee a lot, we have been known to be quite outrageous when it comes to pissing, even in the early days. Like the time in this nightclub when there was a queue for the ladies and we needed to go, so we just marched into the gents together where all the urinals and cubicles were occupied by pissing guys. So we decided it would be a good laugh to put on a show as we all squatted and peed on the floor. Judging by the cheers the guys seemed to enjoy the show.

Another time we were making our way home along a busy street and searching for somewhere convenient to pee. And ended up deciding that it would be good fun to pee right there in the open, where all the passing traffic could see us. 

On another occasion in some pub when we needed a pee we decided that instead of going to the ladies it would be much more fun to go over to the quiet corner we spotted out of sight of the bar staff and take turns peeing on the carpet there.

Anyway, one night we were all retuning to our house, very drunk, with four guys in tow, all of us needing a pee. We realised that even if we used the shower cubicle and sink as well as the toilet we were not all going to be able to pee immediately. Anyway, one of the girls gleefully hit upon the idea of not going to the bathroom at all. When we got in the door the kitchen would be nearer so she laughingly suggested we all just piss on the kitchen floor together.

Well the guys were up for it and so were we. So as we all got in the front door and headed for the kitchen, the guys were unzipping already. And soon in the kitchen we girls were hoisting the short skirts we were wearing and tossing our discarded panties aside as we squatted. Whilst the guys stood there aiming at vacant patches of the tiled floor with their dicks. And within seconds the loud sound of splashing filled the room as all four guys and we four girls all enjoyed a wonderfully long piss all over our kitchen floor. We flooded it, lol. There was one hell of a mess to clean up in the morning.

In the meantime of course we each took our guy of choice to bed with us for some fun and fooling around, but my chosen guy and I needed another pee before sleep. Which is when I decided it would be fun to be really naughty. I told him to watch as I strode over to the corner of the room, squatted down facing him, and deliberately peed right there on the carpet. Then I held his dick for him as he peed on the carpet beside my bed.

In the morning after the guys had left we all helped clean up the pissy wet kitchen floor. After which I made my confession about me and some guy peeing on the carpet. The reactions were typical stuff like oh my god, I cant believe you did that and so on but they were clearly amused rather than horrified. Then one of them suddenly admitted that she too had peed on the carpet in her bedroom once just for the fun of it. We all laughed at that, at which point, with the mess on the kitchen floor mopped up, she added that she needed a pee right now and suggested it might be good fun to do it again and if we wanted to watch her doing it we were welcome.

Which is when another girl said that if we were all invited to see her pissing on the carpet, why go upstairs at all? She pointed to the living room and suggested how naughty it would be to just go in there. And we all had to go as it happened. And it was a hot summers day so none of us were yet dressed in more than our underwear so we decided it would be a simple matter and even more fun to take our underwear off and all of us do it in the nude.

And soon we were all each squatting in a different part of the living room, and enjoying four sets of long hissy golden pees right there on our living room carpet. It really was so outrageously naughty. It would take a while for that carpet to dry out even if never pissed on again and it might smell a bit pissy for a while too. 

In fact we had a couple of friends and their boyfriends visit a few days later, and they noticed the pissy smell right away and asked about it. One of my fellow housemates, brazen as hell, just blurted out that the other day we had all peed on the living room carpet just for fun. Our guests were clearly gobsmacked. The housemate with the brazen tongue enjoyed their disbelief and remarked that she needed a pee right then, and told them to watch this. At which point she lowered her jeans and panties and dropped down inro a squat in the middle of the living room, laughing at their astonishment as she peed on the carpet. When she was done she laughed about there being no need to be shy and if anyone else needs to go to feel free to use the facilities, as she gestured towards the floor. So taking our cue from her, our female visitors hesitant with disbelief at first, and all of us girls were peeing together on the carpet, whilst the two guys were encouraged to just piss against the walls.

Of course the carpet was saturated with piss after all this, and within days smelt quite pungent. So we decided not to piss on it again for a while. However, most unfortunately one of the guys who had peed against the wall was a friend of the 48 year old landlady's son. And she got wind of what had happened. She came a calling, and we were paranoid about letting her in, fearing eviction. But alas she had her own set of keys and let herself in anyway. We feared the worst for the smell of piss was obvious. She came into the living room and felt the dampness on the carpet with her fingers and informed us that she had heard all about our pissing antics. She said that she supposed we thought she was going to evict us, but said she was going to do something else instead. And then to our amazement right in front of us she hoisted the front of her skirt, parted her legs and pulled her panties aside, and with a blissful grin upon her face started pissing right there on the carpet herself where she stood.

As her piss splashed down she told us what the deal was. We could stay and feel free to urinate wherever we felt like, but if we moved out she would keep the deposit. And in the meantime she would visit any time she felt like it and piss anywhere she liked. Same for anyone else she might invite.

Since then she has dropped by for a pee quite often, and has already christened all our bedroom carpets. She has peed on the living room carpet often, and on the kitchen and bathroom floors. I have seen her pee against the wall in my bedroom more than once. She also likes to pee all over the living room sofa. And on the carpeted stairs. The house we rent from her now stinks more of her piss than it does ours.

One time she visited with two middle aged friends who were all a little worse for wear from alcohol consumption. All three giggled drunkenly as they squatted and peed on the kitchen floor.

Another time she came round with a guy and held his dick for him as he peed all over the dishes in the kitchen cupboard she had just opened. After which she herself got up and peed on the kitchen table.

Much of this they were quite happy to do right in front of us, they didn't care. Almost certainly got a kick out of it. But even when we were not at home she'd let herself in and pee wherever the fuck she liked. 

So now our rental home really does stink of piss and most of it isnt even us anymore. But we now all tend to pee anywhere and everywhere because everyone else seems to. We do occasionally invite guys back if we are certain they have a thing about pissing. But even then they are usually shocked by the state of our home with piss everywhere. But they are always happy to piss against the nearest wall when we say they can, or on the floors, or all over the furniture. 

One day the landlady even came round with her two middled aged friends again, all quite drunk again and this time with some guy half their age in tow. It was quite late and I was asleep until my bedroom door opened, and the light went on amidst much loud laughter. And there I was confronted by the spectacle of the young guy and all three older women undressing with much drunken laughter, telling me they were going to put on quite a show. Eventually they were all naked, the landlady holding the young guys dick as he peed all over my bedroom carpet. Her two friends were gleefully putting their hands into the flow, laughing with drunken delight as his presumably hot piss splashed through their fingers Then as he lay naked on the pissy floor afterwards they all kind of semi-squatted around him and started pissing all over him. He was obviously enjoying it because his dick was going hard, and became a full hard on very quickly when they all started to laughingly piss on his face.

He looked kind of hot and his erect penis was most inviting. So amidst much laughter I squatted over his hard on and enjoyed a hugely erotic piss on that dick of his. Just my little contribution to the party.

Anyway, the fun continues with new pissings every day, and rarely in the actual toilet, lol.

 

Edited September 27, 2023 by steve25805

[steve25805 121,275]

Dear Wet Carpet.

I am a 31 year old guy and have been seeing this 24 year old blonde biker chick, always clad in leathers. At least when she has her clothes on. Her name is Shana. And she is a rather wild, anything goes kind of party animal. The sex is great and she has me do things I have never done before. One of her favourite kinks is to have me spend time licking her asshole. She seems to love that and will happily let me do it for ages whilst she rubs herself to orgasm.

We both party hard too with plenty of serious drinking.

One night in a pub we were at a table in a corner and she needed to piss but the pub was busy and there was a queue for the ladies. She said that it was no good her waiting in that queue because she'd end up pissing in her pants. She just said "Fuck it, I'm just going to piss here." After which she unfastened her leather trousers and lowered both them and her panties whilst she shuffled forwards in the seat. I looked down into her lap beside me where her muff and its blonde pubes were perched over the front edge of the seat. Then she started pissing there, her powerful jet of piss gushing onto the floor. She grinned at me saying "I needed that." I looked under the table to see her powerful jet of piss spraying out and down onto the pub carpet. She laughed, "Hey you dirty bastard, stop perving at me pissing. You'll make it too obvious. I dont want everyone to know what I am doing." I got up from watching her pissing under the table but could still see her blonde muff pissing off the edge of the seat when I looked into her lap. I did laughingly point out the irony of her calling me a dirty bastard, since she was the one actually doing the pissing on the carpet. Still pissing away, she grinned at me and said, "Well I needed this. And its not my fucking carpet so who cares." She noticed the bulge in my trousers and commented how it was obvious that I was  enjoying the show. She was pissing for ages as well and clearly has a very large bladder capacity.  When she was done she pulled her leather trousers and panties back up and moved back in her seat, enthusing about what an enjoyably long piss that was.

Well a few weeks later after a night of heavy drinking we were naked together in my bedroom on my bed, having fun and frolicking around. Until she climbed off the bed and starting strolling towards the door, her gorgeous round ass cheeks wobbling slightly in rhythm with her walk, announcing that she had to go to the bathroom for a piss, So I asked her if I could watch. She slowed her walk, then stopped and turned around and walked a couple of feet back into the centre of the room, a big grin on her face. "You wanna watch me piss, huh?" She parted her legs a little and placed her hands on her hips, saying, "Get a load of this!" 

And then she was pissing right there where she stood, a powerful blade shaped spray of slightly yellow piss hissing loudly out of her muff and spraying forcefully forwards and arcing down onto the floor. And she was slowly but deliberately gyrating her hips from side to side to spray as much of the carpet as possible, a massive grin on her face as she watched it splashing down. And her golden shower kept forcefully jetting out and down for ages with large areas of the carpet growing visibly very wet. She noticed my solid erection and laughed about how I was obviously enjoying the show like a real perv. I couldnt resist pointing out that that she was the one actually doing all the pissing with an obvious grin on her face.

Eventually of course, after the longest female piss I had ever seen, with a large area of my carpet already wet, the force of her spray began to diminish. landing closer and closer to her until the last few seconds worth were falling straight down onto the carpet between her feet. Then she stood up fully, dropped her hands to her sides, grinned at the sight of the pissy wet carpet and enthused about what an enjoyable piss that was. "Well you did want to watch me piss", she laughed

We were both horny as hell afterwards and had great sex before crashing out.

I hope she wants to do the same thing again sometime.

[steve25805 121,275]

Dear Wet carpet. 

I started to occasionally pee on my bedroom carpet when I was younger. And am still doing it now that I am 18. I don't know why really but the total naughtiness of it is what turns me on. Ignoring the toilet which is in the nearby bathroom and deliberately peeing on on the carpet instead is just so naughty that it gives me a kind of dirty thrill. I dont do it often of course because I don't want to get found out, and had gotten away with it until very recently.

Anyway, some years ago my mum ran off with another guy and dad hit it up with a younger woman who is only 28, which is only ten years older than me. So I have a stepmother who is only ten years older than I am. We seem to have gotten along reasonably well but then disaster. Presumably wanting to speak to me about something or other she just walked into my bedroom without knocking or anything. And it was a bad moment. Because I just happened to be enjoying a piss on the carpet beside my bed at the time. And was mortified. And it was many seconds before I managed to stop. She just looked utterly stunned into speechlessness for a moment, then just said sorry and walked out.

Things were very awkward after that and I was paranoid about what dad might say. I assumed she would have told him. But dad never mentioned it. After a couple of days of mutual embarrassment, she tried to break the ice by making ordinary conversation. But I just felt too embarrassed and ashamed to really respond and just felt even more awkward. She even reassured me with a smile that she doesnt tell my dad everything, which kind of explained why he never mentioned it and I was grateful for that at least. But she had seen me pissing on my bedroom carpet and I felt so ashamed.

Anyway, she came into my room again, having decided to clear the air once and for all. She told me she was really sorry for coming in at a private moment and promised me her dad would never know, and besides which, so what. It was my room and my carpet so I could do what I liked with it. But this really wasnt helping, so she said she would let me into a secret. She said she hadnt done it for a while but when she was younger she went through a phase of enjoying the occasional pee on the carpet herself. This got my attention. She said she only did it occasionally but sometimes it was fun to just pee in the corner of the room instead of going to the toilet. She said that she had forgotten how much fun it could be to be so naughty. She hadnt done it since she'd left home at 20. Then she reached for her jeans fastenings, saying that she needed to go right now and was going to show me she really didnt mind. And then right in the middle of my bedroom she was squatting with her jeans and panties pulled down to her knees, pissing right there on my carpet with a massive grin of pleasure.

She got up after that and pulled her jeans back up and grinned at the wet patch on the carpet. Then she flashed a smile at me and said how much fun that was. She said it was our secret. My dad would never know. Since then, although we don't do it often, she does occasionally join me for a pee on my carpet. I think she is great now and I cherish those moments when we are urinating together on the carpet, often right beside my bed.

The other night when dad was out she actually came into my bedroom with nothing on, saying she was nude because she wanted to show me something special. And she stood with her legs apart and hips thrust forwards facing one of the walls and started pissing against that wall. Whilst pissing away, she laughed about having seen women doing this in porn videos and wanting to give it a try. When she was done she flashed me a grin and said that she enjoyed doing that. And that because we sometimes piss in here anyway now, she didn't think I'd mind.

I didn't. I think she is awesome.

Edited September 29, 2023 by steve25805

[steve25805 121,275]

Dear Wet Carpet

My name is Sue and I was stopping over for the night with my friend Emily at her place. We are both in our early 20s. And were that evening sat in her living room drinking wine and getting tipsy.

And in due course we both had to pee. So we headed upstairs to the bathroom together. But as we got up onto the landing just outside both the bathroom and Emily's bedroom she turned to me and said, with a grin, "Shall we be really naughty and piss in my bedroom? On the carpet?"

I laughingly responded, "Oh my god we can't do that."

I followed her into her bedroom anyway, as she said, "Yes we can." And then in a lower more conspiratorial tone, "I've done it before."

"No, you havent."

"I have, right there beside the bed". She pointed and giggled. "Its fun sometimes to just piss anywhere. I've done it on the kitchen floor too."

"Oh my god Emily you're so naughty."

We were now standing in the middle of her bedroom as she said, "Lets just do it. It will be fun." And she began to unfasten her jeans. I followed her lead and soon we were both squatting in the middle of the bedroom, jeans and panties around our knees, naked bums just inches above the carpet. I said, "Oh my god Emily, This is so naughty. Are we really going to do this?"

"Yeah lets do it." And then with a soft hissing a golden spray of piss jetted out of Emily's muff to patter down on the carpet, making a rapidly growing damp patch. Seconds later, I started peeing too, enjoying the naughtiness of it. So there we were, both squatting in the middle of the room with grins on our faces, watching our pee spray the carpet, silent except for the soft hissing of our relief and the sound of it pattering down onto the floor. Two almost identical golden streams spraying down onto the carpet.

When we were done we stood up and laughed, and I agreed that doing that was rather good fun.

Later after we finished the wine we needed to pee again and once more headed in to Emily's bedroom. But when we got there she said, "Shall we piss on the bed?"

I laughed, "Oh my god Emily, that's so bad."

"Yeah, nice pissy wet bed."

And so - I still cant believe we actually did it - both of us were soon squatting upon her bed together, jeans and panties down to our knees, both gleefully pissing away right there on her bed. And it really was rather fun. And so unbelievably naughty..

I think Emily had to sleep on her living room sofa after that until the mattress dried out, lol. 

Was a fun evening.
 

[steve25805 121,275]

Dear Wet Carpet

I am not all that bothered about my identity being out there. You see I am a glamour model and occasional porn performer with a thing about pissing. There is a solo video out there somewhere of me having a lot of fun pissing all over floors, carpets, beds and furniture. I think I look pretty good and since - for a price - there is already footage of me out there with nothing on, pissing all over the place, no point being coy to you guys. So this is me....

I am very proud of those breasts by the way. And love it when guys - or ladies for that matter - piss all over them.

Though if I feel really horny I might have them piss on my face instead.

Anyway, in my private life I am most of all into what you guys call naughty pissing. And it is a very apt description. Because I love being naughty. And I love pissing. Lol

But unlike many of your letter writers I am not too keen on fucking up my own place.  I do, though, really love the idea of some guy letting me piss wherever the fuck I want at his place. It's my thing.

When I was pretty young my first serious boyfriend used to love watching me piss on his bedroom carpet. And I got a real kick out of him being willing to let me do that there right in front of him. I find it kind of empowering as well as naughty. Just pissing on some guys carpet right in front of him without giving a shit because its not my carpet has a hint of dominance about it too I guess which is just so much fun.

Well I know this older guy in his 30s whom I visit often, sometimes for a coffee and a chat, sometimes for just long enough to take a piss. And he gets off on the idea of a sexy young lady like me pissing wherever the fuck I want in his house without giving a shit. Which is awesome really because I just love doing it.

There are not many places left in his house where I havent peed multiple times. All over the living room carpet, against the living room walls - yeah it is fun sometimes as a girl to take a brazen standing piss against some guys wall - and all over the couch, the coffee table and the armchairs. Ive peed all over his dining room floor and upon his large dining room table. All over his kitchen and bathroom floors, down the carpeted stairs and of course all over the place in his bedroom. And that includes not only his bedroom carpet and against his bedroom walls, but sometimes I like to get up and squat on his bed, enjoying a long hissy golden piss on it, ruining his bed right in front of him. Any random thing I can think of doing I have probably done. Pissed in his kitchen sink as a matter of course and in his kitchen cupboards. I have pissed in his fridge a number of times. Upstairs I have been known to piss in his wardrobe and in his drawers, all over his clean clothes.

Sometimes as a special reward I will squat over his face and piss in his mouth. I love it when a guy lets me do that and drinks my piss for me. But mostly I just piss all over the place wherever I feel like doing it. I think I only ever used his toilet once. I was stood there facing it from several feet away, pissing on it from some distance. With the lid still fucking closed, lol. So of course it all pretty much ended up on the floor anyway.

He has a spare bedroom, but of course I have pissed everywhere in there too.

The wallpapered walls throughout his home are stained and ruined, I have pissed against them so many times, his carpets are almost permanently wet. His furniture is covered in piss stains and his whole house smells of piss. And I don't give a shit because it is not my house. In fact I kind of get off on the idea of doing this to his home right in front of him. It really is not just so nastily naughty but quite empowering. 

Fuck knows what any other visitors to his home must think. He probably makes sure I am the only one who ever visits, lol.

I have known him for a couple of years now. His home was in pristine condition until I started visiting him. On my first visit, he had me squat and piss on his living room carpet, the first of what must now be many hundreds of pissings all around his house. 

I have often joked lightheartedly with him about him surely being the biggest pervert I have ever known, but he not unreasonably will tend to point out that I am the one actually doing all the pissing and obviously loving it. He has a point, lol

Apologies if I did not go into deeper descriptive details. But if I had to do that will all my pissings I would have needed to write a fucking book and not just a letter, lol

But all the usual details are part of the thrill, eg the soft hissing as I pee, the golden colour of it as it patters forcefully down onto the carpet or against the wall or wherever else it is I am pissing, the massive grin or smile on my face when I am doing it.

If I could film all this and sell it on the internet I could make a lot of money, but that is the one thing he will not allow in his home. Which is fair enough. 

And he never ever pees anywhere but the toilet himself, funnily enough. So all the pissy smell and piss damage is all entirely the result of my own gleeful performances, lol

And I will just finish this letter by adding that in spite of being such an obvious dirty cow, I do always wipe afterwards. So even I have some standards, lol. But I just tend to use the nearest hanging curtain, corner of a bed cover, kitchen dishcloth, or whatever is the nearest thing available really. Which gives me another final frisson of pleasure.

Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed reading this letter as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Edited September 29, 2023 by steve25805

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Dear Wet Carpet

I am a 39 year old English teacher - a long haired blonde, with blue eyes, ample breasts which I am proud of and a curvaceous figure. I could be described as buxom. I am married to a civil servant who works for local government, a well toned guy with a 7 inch penis whom I love to bits. We have two kids, a son and a daughter, both teenagers now but still living at home.

Well the kids were asleep in their beds as my husband and I late at night lay naked together in our own bed - as is our custom - browsing the internet on a laptop in search of erotic stories together, as we are also wont to do. It kind of gets us rather horny and in the mood for great sex. 

One of our favourite erotic story sites is a site called Literotica, and in more recent years we have been reading a wider range of stories on a wider range of subjects, looking to keep our sex lives spiced up. One night whilst doing this we found a fictional story about female office workers at a Christmas party peeing all around the office, on desks and on the carpet, which we giggled at but found  to be a surprising turn on. We read similar stories by the same author featuring more workplace urinations, and pissings in other locations too. 

Then we widened our search somewhat and found this magazine. We have subscribed to it now of course, but when we first found it we only had access to a few online examples by way of advertisement. But much to our delight we read letters from ladies actually confessing to urinating on their own or other peoples carpets on purpose for fun. And other places too. And it was turning us on. 

I of course had never done such a thing. Neither had my husband. It had never crossed our minds. But as I began to feel an increasingly urgent need to pee, it began to cross my mind now.  I felt a desire to be naughty and, for the first time in my life, to pee somewhere other than the toilet or behind a bush. I told my husband that I needed to pee. In view of what we had just been reading he kind of chuckled.

Then with a naughty grin on my face I said to him - a part of me struggling to believe I was actually suggesting such a thing even as the words came out of my mouth . "Shall I pee on the carpet?"

Well he was getting off on the naughtiness of all we had been reading just as much as I was. His hard on alone told me that. So with a grin he just encouraged me to go right ahead.

And so I climbed out of bed, naked, and strolled around to his side of the bed, where I squatted down facing him just a foot or so from the bed. I savoured what I was about to do yet at the same time almost couldn't believe I was going to do it. "Shall I actually do it?" I asked again.

He just said, "Go on then."

Waiting for a few seconds just to savour the realisation of what I was about to do, I then let loose, first a little spurt and then the floodgates opened. With a soft hissing and gentle patter of it hitting the carpet, my bright golden pee was splashing down. It just felt so deliciously naughty to be just squatting there, deliberately urinating on the carpet. And it was a revelation. For the first time in my life I was getting a massive sexual thrill out of pissing. My husband was clearly enjoying the show too when I looked at him, but most of the time my gaze was fixed on the hugely erotic sight of my own golden pee spraying down onto the carpet. And I loved the patter of it splashing down, the soft hissing as it gushed out of my pee hole, the sight of the ever growing wet patch beneath, and a little in front of, me. I just felt so damned erotically naughty, squatting there in front of my man, deliberately urinating on the carpet with a big grin on my face. It was most definitely the most erotic experience I had had for many years. 

We had sex immediately afterwards and I enjoyed the best orgasm I had had for a long time.

We haven't done it again since. We don't want to fuck up the carpet too badly, nor have to explain why our bedroom smells of piss to the kids. But when the time is right, and we are both in our horniest mood, I am certainly going to enjoy the pleasure of urinating on the carpet again.

Edited September 30, 2023 by steve25805

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Dear Wet Carpet

I am a female Tory MP in the House of Commons so for obvious reasons I must remain totally anonymous. I cannot afford to be seen or talked about doing anything outrageous. My constituency association is full of elderly old men and blue rinse old ladies whose attitudes are often prudish in the extreme. A few of them still haven't left the 19th century let alone the 20th, and still believe a woman's place is in the home and all that crap. I had to pretend I was in favour of corporal punishment to even scrape in as the Tory candidate with their approval. Though one or two of the men's obsession with hanging and flogging I suspect is fuelled by deep seated sexual yearnings for a damned good spanking or worse. Yet on the surface they are all such narrow minded people with only a few exceptions. Many things brought me into the Tory party, but the fuddy duddy illiberal attitudes of many of the local members were definitely not one of them. But pandering to them is a necessary evil for me to remain in a position where I can serve my country and my constituents. Needless to say, if they knew I was even writing to this magazine, the shit would hit the fan locally in my party. And the press would probably have a field day too.

Anyway, back in my student days before I had decided to pursue a career in politics, I could afford to be a bit wilder. And yes sometimes pissing could be fun. I was a bit careful even back then because I put value in my good name and reputation, fortunately for my current career. Mostly, I enjoyed my pleasure alone, pissing on floors and carpets when I could get away with it. I do remember one older guy, already a married man with kids and a big name in local politics even then, who used to enjoy having me pee all over him in the bath. His wife didn't know of course, and no actual sex was involved anyway. But it was rather fun to give someone a true golden shower every now and again. In my naughtiest moments I used to urinate on his grinning face. He sits in the House of Lords now on the Tory benches, preaching about family values and campaigning against sexual perversion on the internet. So I have total confidence in him not ruining my career by going public about being peed on, because it would destroy his reputation entirely. Suffice it to say that in politics, some of us do know sometimes which skeletons are in which closets. The public would be astounded if they knew about some of the things that have come to my attention.

Anyway, I have long enjoyed random pissings, on carpets and floors, on tables, and all sorts. But today I am married to a wealthy and respectable businessman and Tory party donor, with two kids, none of whom have the slightest inkling into my secret naughty desires re pissing. I indulge my pervy pleasures in secret and in private now, peeing in the shower cubicle or the sink instead of the toilet, behind a locked bathroom door. On those occasions when I am home alone and certain that no one else is coming home for a while I can be more adventurous, crouching down and peeing all over the kitchen floor, or the bathroom floor, and mopping it up afterwards. And sometimes I get a real thrill out of getting up and pissing on the kitchen table, or all over any dishes in the kitchen sink.

If any of this became public knowledge, I would be slaughtered and disgraced. God only knows how my husband would react, let alone the kids. 

There was a guy I was seeing at uni for a time who shared my penchant for pissing. We met over our mutual interests in student politics. I was a bit of a left winger at the time, as many young people are, and so was he and we hit it off. Over a few drinks and drunken indiscretions we also appeared to have a mutual interest in peeing everywhere. I remember the first time I brought him back to my place, desperate for a pee after an evening down the pub. I suggested that instead of going to the toilet it might be rather good fun if we both just peed on my kitchen floor. So there we both were, him with his dick out and me squatting with my panties off and skirt hoisted to expose my bum, both gleefully pissing all over my kitchen floor. We did rather flood the place. I cleaned it up in the morning.

He liked to stay in cheap hotels with me overnight. In those days they didnt always insist upon credit card details and would often accept cash up front. We would sign in under false names.

Then we would spend an evening in our room drinking cans of lager, and urinate anywhere that took our fancy. He liked having me hold his dick as he peed against a wall or on the floor, or in a cupboard or something. And he loved having me urinate on the carpet on his side of the bed. And in the morning we would leave early before most others were awake, leaving the scene of the crime, as it were. But just before leaving, no longer needing to sleep in the bed anymore, it was our custom for me to squat upon the bed, pissing away and soaking the sheets and ruining the mattress. Then I would hold his dick for him as he pissed all over the bed. I loved aiming it all around so that he did literally pee all over it.

I don't have to worry about him going public, though. And thats because he too made a successful career in politics, and is now a Labour MP on the benches opposite. So clearly he has as much to lose from our naughty secrets coming out as I do. There have been one or two slightly amusing moments, albeit with he and I being the only ones in on the joke. Like the debate in parliament about gender equality one afternoon, when he criticised outdated attitudes by some males in some quarters, who still seemed to believe that women existed just to please and assist men and serve male desires. I thought with a wry smile, "You weren't thinking that when you had me hold your pissing penis for you, lol." I nevertheless said, "Here, here", and flashed a brief grin in his direction. I caught his eye and the barest trace of a knowing smile flashed across his face. He too of course is married with kids now in the obligatory respectable family situation.

We may now be political opponents but there is a mutually assured destruction situation. Neither of us can destroy the other's career by going public without destroying our own. But that suits me fine. Means I dont have to worry about it. Nor does he for that matter.

And so I am reduced to secret naughty pissings behind locked bathroom doors, or in more outrageous but easy to clean places when I have the house to myself.

Sometimes I do envy some of the other contributors to your magazine who seem to enjoy the freedom of urinating just about anywhere the hell they like. I admire them too. And am turned on by the very notion of ladies peeing all over the carpets, beds and furniture with total abandon and apparently no fucks to give about it. But alas I can never say that publicly.

Edited October 2, 2023 by steve25805

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Dear Wet Carpet.

My wife and I are in our late 20s. We are quite open minded about porn and erotica and sex in general, and have the house to ourselves since neither of us wants kids just yet. So of a weekend evening we like to sit in our living room drinking wine and beer and viewing porn, always looking for something a little bit different, a little bit kinky, to keep our sex lives interesting.

Well we stumbled upon an amateur American porn video which looked a bit old and retro, with this naked guy and naked blonde girl laying in bed together. The girl says she has to pee and wanders round to the guys side of the bed. The bathroom door is on that side, and that is where she is initially heading. But instead he tells her to pee on the floor. "Are you sure?" she asks. He tells her to go ahead. So my wife is watching this video with a broad grin as the blonde woman squats beside the bed and then starts pissing on the carpet. My wife laughs, "Oh my god, not on the carpet." The woman in the video floods the carpet as well. Then the guy gets out of bed and stands pissing on the carpet himself as the blonde watches his dick with a grin.

My wife laughed, and said something like, "That was so bad, but kind of fun. Its the sort of thing kids might do just to be naughty for a bit of a giggle. But grown adults doing it for fun is kind of so wrong. Yet actually quite sexy in a kinky kind of way. Imagine just peeing on the carpet, brazen as you like. I think I'd love to do it just to be outrageously naughty."

"Well why not do it then", I suggested.

"No, I cant do that."

I told her to go on and that it would be fun.

"Shall I just do it?" she enthused. "Go upstairs and piss on the bedroom carpet?

"Why go upstairs?" I said. "It would be a lot easier just to stay down here and use the living room carpet."

"Seriously?"

She grinned at me as she got up off the sofa, reaching up under her skirt to pull down her panties and stepping out of them, even as she with a naughty grin said, pointing to the floor in the middle of the room, "Shall I just do it?"

Again I encouraged her, and so she hoisted the back of her dress as she dropped down into a squat. She remained in that position for a few seconds, saying," I can't believe I'm going to do this." Then her grin broadened as she looked down at the carpet with a quick spurt of pee hitting the fabric, then another, and then the floodgates totally opened. With a soft hissing sound and the patter of pee hitting carpet, there was my sexy wife pissing on the living room floor. 

She chuckled as she peed, "Oh my god this is so bad. I cant believe I'm actually pissing on the living room carpet."

But I could see she was enjoying it.

In fact, as she finally finished and stood up to admire the massive wet patch, she looked at me with the sexiest of naughty grins and enthused, "That was fun."

Then I stood up, got my dick out and peed on the carpet myself, creating another massive wet patch as she watched my pissing dick with a grin. 

When I was done we both creased up laughing, my wife saying "Oh my god I cant believe we just did that. That was so fucking bad. But so much fun. Its made me horny as fuck." And so we ended up having sex together on the sofa. 

In the morning we decided it would be fun to be naughty again and peed on our bedroom carpet.

Now we havent peed in the living room again, but quite often now, last thing at night or first thing in the morning, we will enjoy a naughty piss in our bedroom, sometimes in a corner, sometimes right beside our bed, sometimes right in the middle of the room. And sometimes she likes to hold my pissing dick for me, delighting in aiming it all around so I pee over a large area of the carpet. It has become our thing, our little pissy bedroom secret.

Edited October 2, 2023 by steve25805

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Dear Wet Carpet Magazine,

If this was a feature article, I guess there'd be a headline 'How Pee saved my relationship'.  I'm writing to share exactly that, and hopefully it may help some of your readers.

My boyfriend and I have been seeing each other for a few years, but had sort of grown apart a little.  It's not like we were splitting up, but we both have work pressures, we'd settled into a routine and things were just, well boring.  But then something happened to change all that.

One Friday night we'd been out in town to a few pubs and were on the late bus home.  There was just us and three young ladies sat further back.   They'd obviously been drinking all night, they were pretty loud and giggly in an entertaining way.  One of them kept saying "Don't make me laugh, I need a wee" and things like "God, are we nearly there yet - I'm going to wet myself".   Took me back to my student days.   Now the thing was, it also clearly peaked my boyfriend's attention.  I could tell he was listening in to their conversations and interested.  They got off a couple of stops before us and as the bus pulled away we could see at least one of them, in the bus stop pulling down her pants and dropping into a squat.   My boyfriend's eyes were out on stalks and I couldn't help but laugh at him.  "When a girl's gotta go..."

I could tell for the rest of the journey home he was fixated on what had just happened.  He'd had a drink for one and lost all ability to be subtle.

"I can't believe she was having a pee at the bus stop"

"Well, she was drunk and bursting.   Anyway, you'd just whip it out and piss against a tree or wall.  Don't deny it"

 

The rest of the journey and the walk from our bus stop  I could almost see the cogs whirring in his mind, pretty easy when he was thinking out loud - every question was on a theme.  Asking if I'd ever done the same, when the last time I was desperate and so on.  I must admit he made me think of some awesome fun times.  Long summer days hanging out at the park.   Late night staggers home from clubs.   Fun naughty times, before life got boring and grown up.

I must admit, thinking back to those fun times of my youth got me feeling a little bit naughty. "What if I was bursting for a wee now ?  Where should I go ?  What if I can't hold it any more ?"  

Partly I was teasing him, but in the cool night air and after a night of drinking there was more than an element of truth there.  I wasn't completely desperate like that girl on the bus, but certainly I needed a wee.  And it wasn't an unpleasant feeling.   But not something I could easily take care of in the middle of our housing estate.

By the time we got home though I really, really did need a wee, and the sight of me squirming and bobbing as I looked for my keys was more than he could cope with.  Before I knew it he was embracing me and kissing me wildly.  We sort of staggered into the shadows at the side of the door and I felt his hand reach under my skirt.  He hadn't been that passionate for months.  I whispered in his ear "you're going to get a wet hand if you carry on" and he did.

I kicked off my heels, stood with my legs apart and relaxed.  In a few moments I began to feel my panties flood with hot wee, trickling through his fingers and running down my legs, and it felt amazing.  I'd wet myself before, and peed on my hand, but never with someone else's hand clamped on my slit.  It felt amazing, like the best pee I'd ever had.   He thought so too, I could feel his rock hard erection through his jeans.  Once I'd finished peeing we went in the house and straight upstairs ripping off clothes as we went.

We both got in the shower - I held his firm cock as he peed all over my legs,  then made love like never before.  I lost track of how many orgasms we had between us that night.

Since then, our lives have been totally turned around.  It's not all about sex of course, but that's a pretty big part.    Mind you, I have had to buy a bigger laundry basket.

 

Lisa.

 

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Dear Wet Carpet.

I'm Tina. I was out for the night with three uni friends, Karen, Donna, and Samantha. We are all students aged 20 or 21. Well we all got pretty drunk and since my flat was the nearest we all decided to head back to mine after the pub for a few more drinks. By the time we got there we were all desperate for a pee and there was clearly going to be a race for the bathroom. Due to locking the door behind me, I came last in that race.

As I hit the bathroom already unfastening my jeans, Samantha was already sat on the toilet, a blissful look of relief upon her face. And the toilet being occupied was proving no obstacle to either Karen or Donna. Karen was sitting in the sink, peeing in it, whilst Donna was already in the shower cubicle preparing to squat and pee there. Which left me high and dry in my own flat with nowhere in the bathroom to go. So because I was drunk, amidst much laughter I said, "Fuck it! I'm going to piss on the floor."

And within moments, I was squatting over the floor, jeans and panties around my knees, pissing on the floor tiles. I peed loads as well. We all cracked up laughing as I did my pissing, then when we were all done I just left it there until the morning. 

Later, when I needed to go again, Samantha jokingly asked if I was going to piss on the bathroom floor again. And thats when I had a really naughty idea and said "Nah, I'm going to use the kitchen floor instead."

So they all followed me out to watch me doing it, and laughed uproariously when I actually started pissing, flooding the middle part of the kitchen floor. Then I invited them all to do it, saying that it would be a good laugh. And they all did. My three best uni friends all squatting in my kitchen and peeing all over the tiled floor.

When they were done, they stood up and we all high fived each other, looked at the flooded floor, and creased up laughing. But we all drunkenly agreed that it was rather fun.

It all took a lot of mopping in the morning.

[wetwulf 3,187]

Dear Wet Carpet,

I think I have a serious problem, and I'm not sure if I'm looking for advice or just a place to empty this from my mind before my anxiety bursts my heart.

For introductions, my name is Sandy, I am 38, and a plus-sized brunette city girl, and I work for an architecture firm located in a high rise office building that we designed, which is what makes this scenario even more absurd and stressful. Recently the restrooms on our floor were closed for remodeling, and we were directed to use the restrooms on one of the 18 other floors. Apparently, all of the other businesses had been made aware of our situation and would be open to allowing us to use their facilities.

Ordinarily, my first restroom need announces itself a few hours into the day as my morning coffee and water start to really make their way to my bladder. My desk isn't far from the office restrooms, so I usually don't mind getting into a work groove until I feel like I can't hold it much longer, so I normally shuffle quickly to the restroom. When I pee, I pee a lot, like it all comes out in a heavy, hissing burst. And then I go back to work, and I'm good for a few more hours.

Yesterday, though, I'd forgotten that our restrooms were closed, so I waited as usual. And when the need hit, I stood up and suddenly remembered. So I rushed to the elevator, got on, and just pressed the number of the floor above us. Not long after, the elevator dinged and the doors opened... to an empty floor. Well, when I say empty, I mean it was clearly not occupied. There were still a fee chairs, tables, and file cabinets left behind, and lots of debris to suggest the floor was being remodeled. But no people, and no signs or anything to identify what business used to be or would be occupying this floor. I started to step back into the elevator to choose a different floor, but the pressure in my bladder was near unbearable, so I stepped into the hallway instead, planning to search for the bathrooms. The floor plan for this floor was exactly like our own, so I walked to where I expected to see the restrooms. They were there, but the toilets and sinks had all been removed. Regardless, my bladder seemed to notice the similarities between this bathroom and ours, and another strong wave of pressure struck, and I actually felt a spurt of pee in my panties. Desperate and knowing I wouldn't make it to another floor, I backed out of the bathroom and into the hallway again. I finally spotted to my left a dark room that looked a lot like a storage closet. It was small but carpeted differently than the hallway. Unable to wait any longer, I walked as quickly  as I could to this room, yanked my panties down, slid my skirt up, and dropped into a low squat. Immediately a strong burst of pee sprayed out of me before I even had time to consider the potential consequences of my actions. I even derived some pleasure from the feeling of relief, the hissing sound of my pee, and the naughtiness of the growing dark stain that my heavy gush of pee was leaving on the carpet. It was over quickly, but honestly if it had lasted longer I might have enjoyed myself even more, if you know what I mean.

So, why the anxiety, the "serious problem" I mentioned at the beginning? Well, today I opened my email and saw a message from my supervisor, asking to come to her office today at 9 AM. The email didn't mention what the meeting is about, but my brain is putting the pieces together, and I'm freaking out. I don't know what to do if it is in regards to what I did yesterday.

What would you do?

Sandy

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Dear Wet Carpet

My husband and I are in our mid 30s. Sometimes after coming back from the pub and needing a pee, we decide to have fun with it , with me usually holding his dick as he pees in the shower cubicle, then him watching me squatting and pissing there. Good pissing fun if a little tame.

But one night we were staying in this cheap hotel - won't bore you as to why - and we paid in cash up front and gave false names. Spur of the moment thing in case we ended up damaging the place, though we never actually had any such intention. But as we are wont to do when away from home we went out to one of the local pubs and got very tipsy, then decided to head back to the hotel for some more drinking, buying a bottle of wine and some cans of lager on the way. You see, we have always kind of enjoyed drunken sex. No idea why but it is fun.

Anyway we hit the hotel room both badly in need of a piss. My husband said lets take our clothes off first which seemed like a fine idea. Both of us pissing naked in the en suite bathroom's shower cubicle. Except that once nude my husband came out with a much naughtier idea, suggesting it would be much more fun if we just peed on our hotel bedroom floor! On the fucking carpet!

I laughed at the total naughtiness of doing such a thing. "We can't do that."

He said why not, reminded me that we'd be gone in the morning before they found it, and that they had no means of tracing us. We'd given false names and no address. 

Well to be honest, I do tend to enjoy pissing when drunk, connecting with the eroticism of it. And whilst the idea of pissing all over the carpet seemed hilariously funny as such suggestions might when half cut, the notion of doing it, the very naughtiness of it, also appealed to me on an erotic level. So I found myself wanting to do it for the sexual pleasure of it. I think it was the same for my husband. 

And so amongst much drunken giggling, I found myself holding his dick as he peed on the carpet, gleefully aiming it all around to make him piss on as large an area of it as possible.

When he was done, I myself squatted down beside the bed and started pissing. And what a rush. It felt so erotically naughty to just be pissing there on the carpet, on purpose and for fun.

My husband had a hard on by now so was clearly enjoying the show.

We had sex immediately afterwards, then carried on drinking. After a while we needed another piss so I ended up holding his dick as he peed against the wall. I then did something I had never done before in terms of pissing positions. I stood in the middle of the room rather than squatting, with my legs apart and hands on hips, and pissed all over the carpet. I delighted in slowly swaying my hips first one way, then the other, spraying as much of the carpet as possible.

Before turning in, we each had one more piss. This time I stood with my legs apart and hips thrust forward as I pissed against the wall. Then I held his dick as he pissed in the wardrobe.

When we awoke early in the morning and got out of bed we surveyed the obvious mess with the pissy carpets and piss stained walls with sober eyes. I said to him," Oh my god this is so bad. I cant believe we did this." My jaw dropped at the obvious piss vandalism we had indulged in. He said with a smirk that we had better get dressed and be gone. But said that first he needed a piss, and that the place was fucked up already so he might as well do this.....

And he stood there aiming his dick at the bed and pissing on it. When he was done, with a big grin on my face I got up onto that now wet pissy bed, my bare feet wet with his piss on the sheets, and squatted in the middle of it, pissing away. And it was a lot of fun. I guess we must have ruined the mattress, lol.

After that, we took a quick shower together, got dressed, and made our escape. 

I hope we get to do it again some time. My husband has said with a twinkle in his eye that we will travel somewhere and stay in a hotel for the night on my birthday in a couple of months. I guess that is more pissing fun to look forward to.

Edited October 7, 2023 by steve25805

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Dear Wet Carpet.

I am a police woman in my late 20s based in a large British city. Usually of course we travel around in pairs in cars when on duty, but every now and again, eg if I am to attend court to give evidence or something like that when I am not expected to respond to emergency calls, I might be in a car on my own.

Anyway, I am seeing this guy and know his working patterns and know when he is likely to be home. 

You see he has something of a kink which I enjoy indulging. And when alone on duty if I need to pee and think he is likely to be home I will often quickly detour to his place to use the facilities. The facilities in this case being his plushily carpeted bedroom floor. lol. You see, his thing is to have a uniformed female police officer pull down her police issue trousers, then her panties, and squat and pee on his carpet right in front of him.

And as a serving police officer on duty and expected to behave correctly at all times, to be so naughty as to deliberately squat and pee on some guy's carpet for fun whilst in uniform is just so much twisted fun.

I love it all. The soft hissing. The sound of it pattering down onto the carpet. The golden colour of it. The sight of the growing damp patch. The actual act of squatting and peeing on some guys bedroom carpet whilst on duty. I enjoy doing it as much as he enjoys watching me do it.

Because these are only fleeting visits, I leave immediately I am done. The sex comes later when I am off duty, lol.

If my superiors knew about this, I'd be on a disciplinary for certain, and quite probably dismissed for bringing the service into disrepute, especially if it made it into the local media.

Mind you, considering the fact that male police officers have been imprisoned for such crimes as rape or murder recently, little old me pissing on my boyfriend's carpet for fun - both mine and his - is relatively small beer. The fact that I am doing it on duty whilst in uniform is the thing they would take issue with for sure.

Hence my total anonymity, not even my first name.

Anyway, I hope your readers enjoy the fact that somewhere in the UK there is a female police officer who likes to piss on her boyfriends carpet whilst in uniform and on duty. It seems to work for him, lol.

[wetwulf 3,187]

Dear Wet Carpet,

A friend of mine directed me to your magazine after I shared something with them, which I will also share with you.

A few evenings ago, I had worked a late shift at work and was on the train heading home when something went wrong with the train and we were delayed. This has happened before, so I didn't panic. Since it was late and an odd commute hour, the car I was in held only myself and another woman who looked to be about fifty. She looked elegant and distinguished sitting upright in the row of seats across from me, wearing a belted dress with a flowery plunge neck top and black skirt that reached her knees. She also looked nervous and seemed to become even more anxious when the announcement was made that the train would be stuck a little longer. Out of concern, I spoke up.

"I'm sorry to bother you, but I notice you look a little nervous," I said. "This happens a lot, train delays."

"Oh, no, it's not that," the woman said. Her face reddened, a gesture that I found really adorable, even though she was at least a decade older than me. "It's embarrassing," she continued. "I'm desperate for the restroom. I knew I should have gone at the station, but I didn't think there would be a delay." In spite of her claim of desperation, she kept her upright posture.

"I'm sorry," I said. I remembered a few commutes home when my own desperation had me concerned, but I was always able to hold on until I reached the nearest restroom after my stop. "They really need bathrooms on these trains, especially for long commuters." She nodded and her face reddened again.

"Yes, they do," she said. "Especially for older women like me who can barely hold their bladder." She laughed softly but gracefully, and I felt a twinge in my heart at the sound. "Oooh, I shouldn't laugh," she said.

I smiled sympathetically. Just then the intercom sounded and a voice announced that a maintenance crew was on its way and to be patient. The woman gasped and her face reddened again. I looked at her, and soon I could hear a hissing sound. She would not make eye contact with me because it had become obvious to both of us that she was unable to hold it any longer.

"I'm so sorry," she said as the hissing grew louder. She was still sitting up with her legs together like a proper lady, but I knew that beneath her dress she was soaking her panties and skirt. "I tried to hold it," she said. I assured her that apologies were unnecessary. "I'm so embarrassed," she continued, "but oh, that feels so much better." She moaned, and I recognized both relief and pleasure in that sound. I was suddenly surprised by a feeling in my pussy as I listened to the soft hissing and could finally see the first signs of a puddle forming under her seat as the cushion could no longer absorb her pee. Was I getting turned on? I felt my own face get flushed and was worried she would notice, but her eyes were closed.

The voice came over the intercoms once more to announce that the issue was resolved and the train would be moving along shortly. The woman finally opened her eyes, and then she laughed. "Of course it's fixed now." I laughed with her, but I still couldn't shake off the erotic feelings swirling around in my mind and my body.

When I got to my stop about twenty minutes later, I turned to say goodbye to the woman, and she had a look of concentration on her face. Since I was near the exit, it was tough to say for sure, but I thought I heard more hissing. She looked up and waved at me, so I waved back and walked out the doors.

On my walk home, I felt the pressure building in my own bladder. The feeling brought to memory the woman wetting herself on the train. As I got closer to home, the pressure increased, and by the time I unlocked my door I was really about to burst. But I kept imagining the woman wetting her panties and her skirt, and I felt my pussy tingle. As soon as I walked into my apartment, I remembered the chair in the corner that was just a basic chair but had a small cushion similar to the ones on the train. Feeling too turned on to deny my desire, I rushed over and sat in the chair. Feeling such a delicious urge, I relaxed and seconds later my pee burst out of my pussy with a loud hiss and soaked through my panties and skirt and into the seat cushion. I moaned and sighed as I let it all go, enjoying the wonderful warm relief as I pissed right into the seat cushion. Soon I was orgasming without even having to touch myself.

I plan to work another late shift and hope that woman is there again. If she is, maybe I'll be the one who is desperate next time.

Kelly

[steve25805 121,275]

Dear Wet Carpet.

My friend and I were out drinking in this pub when we both needed a piss. We went into the ladies. No one else was there but we decided to go into a cubicle together anyway, a habit acquired at busier times. Giggling, we laughed about who was going to use the toilet first and make the other wait, when my friend laughed and said we need not have to make a decision. Let's just both piss on the floor. I think because we were drinking, the naughtiness of the idea appealed to me. 

And so moments later, there we both were, our short skirts hoisted, our panties pulled aside, both loudly pissing all over the cubicle floor. The sound of it all splashing down echoed around the ladies toilets and we were lucky no one else came in. It was a long piss as well and we flooded the cubicle floor right in front of the toilet. And the huge puddle was spreading under the partitions into the neighbouring cubicles, and out under the door. We fucking flooded the place. Was a great laugh and rather erotic too. 

When we were done we laughed as we exited the scene of our crime.

A bit later we heard two ladies who had just come out of the toilets telling the barmaid that "some dirty bitches" had pissed on the floor in the ladies. The barmaid rolled her eyes and said in exasperation, "Not again."

This made us laugh because clearly girls pissing on the floor in the ladies is a regular occurrence. lol

Edited October 10, 2023 by steve25805

[Paulypeeps 4,985]

10 hours ago, wetwulf said:

Dear Wet Carpet,

A friend of mine directed me to your magazine after I shared something with them, which I will also share with you.

A few evenings ago, I had worked a late shift at work and was on the train heading home when something went wrong with the train and we were delayed. This has happened before, so I didn't panic. Since it was late and an odd commute hour, the car I was in held only myself and another woman who looked to be about fifty. She looked elegant and distinguished sitting upright in the row of seats across from me, wearing a belted dress with a flowery plunge neck top and black skirt that reached her knees. She also looked nervous and seemed to become even more anxious when the announcement was made that the train would be stuck a little longer. Out of concern, I spoke up...

Kelly

I do hope that Kelly will have more to contribute, especially if she meets the commuting woman again.

[wetwulf 3,187]

5 hours ago, Paulypeeps said:

I do hope that Kelly will have more to contribute, especially if she meets the commuting woman again.

Thank you @Paulypeeps. I'm sure Kelly will have a story to share with us soon.

Do you have any advice for Sandy in the entry below?

On 10/5/2023 at 11:45 AM, wetwulf said:

Dear Wet Carpet,

I think I have a serious problem, and I'm not sure if I'm looking for advice or just a place to empty this from my mind before my anxiety bursts my heart.

For introductions, my name is Sandy, I am 38, and a plus-sized brunette city girl, and I work for an architecture firm located in a high rise office building that we designed, which is what makes this scenario even more absurd and stressful. Recently the restrooms on our floor were closed for remodeling, and we were directed to use the restrooms on one of the 18 other floors. Apparently, all of the other businesses had been made aware of our situation and would be open to allowing us to use their facilities.

Ordinarily, my first restroom need announces itself a few hours into the day as my morning coffee and water start to really make their way to my bladder. My desk isn't far from the office restrooms, so I usually don't mind getting into a work groove until I feel like I can't hold it much longer, so I normally shuffle quickly to the restroom. When I pee, I pee a lot, like it all comes out in a heavy, hissing burst. And then I go back to work, and I'm good for a few more hours.

Yesterday, though, I'd forgotten that our restrooms were closed, so I waited as usual. And when the need hit, I stood up and suddenly remembered. So I rushed to the elevator, got on, and just pressed the number of the floor above us. Not long after, the elevator dinged and the doors opened... to an empty floor. Well, when I say empty, I mean it was clearly not occupied. There were still a fee chairs, tables, and file cabinets left behind, and lots of debris to suggest the floor was being remodeled. But no people, and no signs or anything to identify what business used to be or would be occupying this floor. I started to step back into the elevator to choose a different floor, but the pressure in my bladder was near unbearable, so I stepped into the hallway instead, planning to search for the bathrooms. The floor plan for this floor was exactly like our own, so I walked to where I expected to see the restrooms. They were there, but the toilets and sinks had all been removed. Regardless, my bladder seemed to notice the similarities between this bathroom and ours, and another strong wave of pressure struck, and I actually felt a spurt of pee in my panties. Desperate and knowing I wouldn't make it to another floor, I backed out of the bathroom and into the hallway again. I finally spotted to my left a dark room that looked a lot like a storage closet. It was small but carpeted differently than the hallway. Unable to wait any longer, I walked as quickly  as I could to this room, yanked my panties down, slid my skirt up, and dropped into a low squat. Immediately a strong burst of pee sprayed out of me before I even had time to consider the potential consequences of my actions. I even derived some pleasure from the feeling of relief, the hissing sound of my pee, and the naughtiness of the growing dark stain that my heavy gush of pee was leaving on the carpet. It was over quickly, but honestly if it had lasted longer I might have enjoyed myself even more, if you know what I mean.

So, why the anxiety, the "serious problem" I mentioned at the beginning? Well, today I opened my email and saw a message from my supervisor, asking to come to her office today at 9 AM. The email didn't mention what the meeting is about, but my brain is putting the pieces together, and I'm freaking out. I don't know what to do if it is in regards to what I did yesterday.

What would you do?

Sandy

 

[wetwulf 3,187]

Dear Wet Carpet,

It's Kelly again. I convinced my supervisor to let me work another late shift, and as you can imagine I was very eager to leave work and board the train home. Since the weather has been nice lately, I wore black Capri leggings and a cute v-neck top with a flowery design.  And of course I selected the black leggings for a very specific reason.

I tried to contain my enthusiasm when I stepped onto the train and saw the same women from the other night. She was sitting upright as she had been before, this time with a purse across her lap. She was wearing a v-neck green top and a black skirt. There were a few other people on our car, as well, but the woman was sitting alone in the corner. She saw me enter and smiled, and I saw her face get a little red, just as it had the other evening. I wondered if she was desperate again or maybe a little embarrassed to see me after what I witnessed. I walked to the corner of seats where she was as she continued to smile at me.

"Mind if I join you?" I asked.

"No, of course not," she said. I sat down a few seats next to her. Feeling eager, I decided to find a way to bring up what happened the other day without being too forward.

"Hopefully the train doesn't break down again." She laughed, but it seemed like a nervous laugh, and I was worried I had already moved too fast.

"Oh, I certainly hope not," she said. Then a thought occurred to me, and I began to feel bolder.

"Honestly," I said, "without bathrooms on these trains, they would have to expect some people to not be able to hold it." The woman looked at me with wide eyes.

"One would think so, yes," she said. "I'm sure it's more common than they let on." She grinned at me. Was she hinting at something? Or was I imagining it? She continued: "I've known a few women who've been caught short and had to go right where they were," she said. "It's quite common." Now my face reddened as I began to understand.

"You," I started to say, "the other evening, you peed on purpose, didn't you?" She smiled at me.

"Yes, I did," she said. "I didn't want to make you uncomfortable, and had you not spoken to me I likely would have just let it go without saying a word."

My jaw dropped with surprise. I was also beginning to feel the pressure in my own bladder, and I thought about saying something but decided to wait.

"Is this something you do often?" I asked.

"Yes," she said, "when the mood strikes me, and when I can do it discretely. I almost always wear black or dark colored skirts and dresses, and when I need to go, I simply go." I cleared my throat.

"So... do you have to go right now?" I looked at her big brown eyes and saw so much confidence and assurance there when she smiled.

"As a matter of fact...." After she said this, I heard the unmistakable soft hissing beneath her skirt. I was surprised by how inconspicuous she looked as she continued to pee softly into her panties and skirt. She didn't pee for long, though, but hearing and seeing her relief reminded me of my own need as I felt both the pressure of my bladder and a tingle of excitement in my pussy. I finally decided to come clean.

"I need to confess something to you," I said. "I was hoping to see you again this evening. I drank a lot of water at work in hopes of making myself desperate for this train ride home." The woman smiled and her beautiful eyes widened once again.

"Really?" she said.

"Yes," I said. "But... now that it's come to it... I don't know if I can do it, not with so many other people on the train." The woman's smile did not fade nor did confident gaze.

"I understand," she said. "But I promise you no one is paying attention to us over here. Look around." I looked at the other passengers, and other than one who was asleep, the rest were staring into their phone screen. "See?" she said. "I assure you women like us get away with peeing themselves publicly all the time. And since your pants are black, the wet stain should not be noticeable." Another wave of pressure came, and I could not hold in a soft gasp. "Just go in your seat. You'll feel much better."

"I won't be able to hold it much longer anyway," I said. I sat up in my seat and scooted back with my legs together. I didn't have a purse to help cover my crotch, but luckily my top was long enough to cover it. I relaxed, and soon my warm pee was spraying out of my pussy with a soft hiss. I felt the amazing warmth soak my panties and the crotch of my leggings before soaking into the seat cushion. I moaned softly as I emptied my bladder completely.

"There you go," she said. "I'm going more right now." I was amazed at the control she had as I just let mine go without concern.

As I was finishing, my train was reaching its stop. I stood up and turned around. "Is it noticeable?" I asked.

"Not that I can see," the woman said. I thanked her and walked to the doors. "Maybe I'll see you again soon," she said. I walked out with a wet bottom and a big smile.

[Paulypeeps 4,985]

On 10/5/2023 at 4:45 PM, wetwulf said:

Dear Wet Carpet,

I think I have a serious problem, and I'm not sure if I'm looking for advice or just a place to empty this from my mind before my anxiety bursts my heart.

For introductions, my name is Sandy, I am 38, and a plus-sized brunette city girl, and I work for an architecture firm located in a high rise office building that we designed, which is what makes this scenario even more absurd and stressful. Recently the restrooms on our floor were closed for remodeling, and we were directed to use the restrooms on one of the 18 other floors. Apparently, all of the other businesses had been made aware of our situation and would be open to allowing us to use their facilities.

Ordinarily, my first restroom need announces itself a few hours into the day as my morning coffee and water start to really make their way to my bladder. My desk isn't far from the office restrooms, so I usually don't mind getting into a work groove until I feel like I can't hold it much longer, so I normally shuffle quickly to the restroom. When I pee, I pee a lot, like it all comes out in a heavy, hissing burst. And then I go back to work, and I'm good for a few more hours.

Yesterday, though, I'd forgotten that our restrooms were closed, so I waited as usual. And when the need hit, I stood up and suddenly remembered. So I rushed to the elevator, got on, and just pressed the number of the floor above us. Not long after, the elevator dinged and the doors opened... to an empty floor. Well, when I say empty, I mean it was clearly not occupied. There were still a fee chairs, tables, and file cabinets left behind, and lots of debris to suggest the floor was being remodeled. But no people, and no signs or anything to identify what business used to be or would be occupying this floor. I started to step back into the elevator to choose a different floor, but the pressure in my bladder was near unbearable, so I stepped into the hallway instead, planning to search for the bathrooms. The floor plan for this floor was exactly like our own, so I walked to where I expected to see the restrooms. They were there, but the toilets and sinks had all been removed. Regardless, my bladder seemed to notice the similarities between this bathroom and ours, and another strong wave of pressure struck, and I actually felt a spurt of pee in my panties. Desperate and knowing I wouldn't make it to another floor, I backed out of the bathroom and into the hallway again. I finally spotted to my left a dark room that looked a lot like a storage closet. It was small but carpeted differently than the hallway. Unable to wait any longer, I walked as quickly  as I could to this room, yanked my panties down, slid my skirt up, and dropped into a low squat. Immediately a strong burst of pee sprayed out of me before I even had time to consider the potential consequences of my actions. I even derived some pleasure from the feeling of relief, the hissing sound of my pee, and the naughtiness of the growing dark stain that my heavy gush of pee was leaving on the carpet. It was over quickly, but honestly if it had lasted longer I might have enjoyed myself even more, if you know what I mean.

So, why the anxiety, the "serious problem" I mentioned at the beginning? Well, today I opened my email and saw a message from my supervisor, asking to come to her office today at 9 AM. The email didn't mention what the meeting is about, but my brain is putting the pieces together, and I'm freaking out. I don't know what to do if it is in regards to what I did yesterday.

What would you do?

Sandy

Dear Sandy

I would not worry too much as the meeting is very unlikely to be about what you think it is about, but I can understand your anxiety.

But, just in case it is I would suggest that you might like to prepare for the meeting. Clearly having to toilets out of order is a problem for you, so I think that it is important that you can demonstrate that it is a real problem should the need arise. There is no better way to demonstrate that you have a problem holding your pee than to wet yourself a little. Before you go to the meeting I suggest that you might like to stand up from your chair and just pee a little. just try and relax and pee gently until you soak your knickers and you feel your pee trickling down your legs. You will then be able to walk confidently to the meeting knowing that all you have to do to present evidence to your supervisor is to lift your skirt enough to show your wet knickers and the wet streaks on your stockings. Should your supervisor actually request to see the evidence be sure to provide a little extra evidence by letting out a little more pee while she is looking.

As I said there is really nothing to worry about. It is almost certainly about something else, no one is going to worry about a little pee on the carpet - but they might be wondering while you are wandering on to a closed floor.

Of course, once your supervisor has realised that you have a problem due to inadequate facilities it should be a simple matter to just stand and pee a little down your legs to let it soak in to the carpet in your office whenever you need to pee - I would strongly advise against squating and dropping your knickers in the office as this might be seen as a rather brazen act.

Let us know how the meeting goes.

Auntie Paulypeeps

[Alfresco 11,002]

On 10/5/2023 at 4:45 PM, wetwulf said:

Dear Wet Carpet,

I think I have a serious problem, and I'm not sure if I'm looking for advice or just a place to empty this from my mind before my anxiety bursts my heart.

For introductions, my name is Sandy, I am 38, and a plus-sized brunette city girl, and I work for an architecture firm located in a high rise office building that we designed, which is what makes this scenario even more absurd and stressful. Recently the restrooms on our floor were closed for remodeling, and we were directed to use the restrooms on one of the 18 other floors. Apparently, all of the other businesses had been made aware of our situation and would be open to allowing us to use their facilities.

Ordinarily, my first restroom need announces itself a few hours into the day as my morning coffee and water start to really make their way to my bladder. My desk isn't far from the office restrooms, so I usually don't mind getting into a work groove until I feel like I can't hold it much longer, so I normally shuffle quickly to the restroom. When I pee, I pee a lot, like it all comes out in a heavy, hissing burst. And then I go back to work, and I'm good for a few more hours.

Yesterday, though, I'd forgotten that our restrooms were closed, so I waited as usual. And when the need hit, I stood up and suddenly remembered. So I rushed to the elevator, got on, and just pressed the number of the floor above us. Not long after, the elevator dinged and the doors opened... to an empty floor. Well, when I say empty, I mean it was clearly not occupied. There were still a fee chairs, tables, and file cabinets left behind, and lots of debris to suggest the floor was being remodeled. But no people, and no signs or anything to identify what business used to be or would be occupying this floor. I started to step back into the elevator to choose a different floor, but the pressure in my bladder was near unbearable, so I stepped into the hallway instead, planning to search for the bathrooms. The floor plan for this floor was exactly like our own, so I walked to where I expected to see the restrooms. They were there, but the toilets and sinks had all been removed. Regardless, my bladder seemed to notice the similarities between this bathroom and ours, and another strong wave of pressure struck, and I actually felt a spurt of pee in my panties. Desperate and knowing I wouldn't make it to another floor, I backed out of the bathroom and into the hallway again. I finally spotted to my left a dark room that looked a lot like a storage closet. It was small but carpeted differently than the hallway. Unable to wait any longer, I walked as quickly  as I could to this room, yanked my panties down, slid my skirt up, and dropped into a low squat. Immediately a strong burst of pee sprayed out of me before I even had time to consider the potential consequences of my actions. I even derived some pleasure from the feeling of relief, the hissing sound of my pee, and the naughtiness of the growing dark stain that my heavy gush of pee was leaving on the carpet. It was over quickly, but honestly if it had lasted longer I might have enjoyed myself even more, if you know what I mean.

So, why the anxiety, the "serious problem" I mentioned at the beginning? Well, today I opened my email and saw a message from my supervisor, asking to come to her office today at 9 AM. The email didn't mention what the meeting is about, but my brain is putting the pieces together, and I'm freaking out. I don't know what to do if it is in regards to what I did yesterday.

What would you do?

Sandy

Hi Sandy,

I fear that my response is far too late as you must have had the meeting by now.   I hope it went well and that you didn't get into any bother.  However, for what it is worth, here are my thoughts.

Firstly, I'm sure that there are lots of reasons why your supervisor might want you to come to her office; most likely is to discuss your work - maybe new responsibilities, maybe a new colleague that will be joining you and you need to train them, maybe an issue has been raised that needs to be addressed.   

The chances that they have worked out that you went onto an unoccupied floor and relieved yourself in a closet is highly unlikely to be the reason for the summons for a number of reasons:   Firstly, if the floor is unoccupied and no work is going on at the moment (indicated by the fact that the floor was empty), then there is little chance that your puddle was discovered whilst still wet.   If it was discovered, then whoever found it probably wouldn't have cared and if they did, someone would have to go back through CCTV footage to see who had visited that floor over the recent days, which they probably wouldn't bother doing.   Chances are that you weren't the only person to visit the floor anyway - after all, going to the next floor up would be the logical choice for anyone looking for a toilet.  Even if you were the only person to go up there, would the person doing the checks recognise you?   From what you say, the floors are occupied by different companies, so whoever looks at the CCTV for that floor probably wouldn't recognise you anyway.

However, even though it is very unlikely that this is the reason for the meeting, you would be advised to be prepared to answer this.   If you are challenged about it, then honesty is the best policy here.   You forgot that the toilets were closed.   You were told to use any other floor and were not told that the toilets on the floor above were not available.   So you did the logical thing and went to the next floor.  By the time you got there and discovered the lack of plumbing, it was too late and you were either going to wet yourself (and by extension the floor) or you were going to have to pee somewhere urgently.  You decided that the closet was the place that would least likely cause an issue and it was a matter of damage control.    Play on the fact that you were working hard and left it until you really needed to go before leaving your work to pee.

You will be able to read how your supervisor is responding and maybe, just maybe you will detect that actually she is intrigued by your actions and you could then consider offering to share the facilities with her next time.  Be very careful with that one though! 

Good luck - and if you haven't been rumbled, then I hope you can go back and enjoy peeing elsewhere on the unoccupied floor - just check for cameras first!

 

Edited October 17, 2023 by Alfresco

[steve25805 121,275]

Dear Wet Carpet,

I am a 39 year old curvaceous and ample breasted married woman with long dark hair and blue eyes. I am about five foot six in height. My husband is a fair bit taller and older than me, being in his early 40s. I work in retail and he works for local government. We have a couple of kids, a 12 year old boy and a 9 year old daughter. But of course we make sure that they are totally unaware of our secret pleasures. In fact no one knows.

You see, when we have the house to ourselves, usually on planned days off when the kids are at school, we like to drink loads of tea and coffee, or sometimes alcohol, deliberately so that we both have to pee a lot. And that's the fun part. Because yes, the very fact that I am writing to this magazine highlights that we find pissing a lot of fun when we don't use the toilet. We like to get undressed and piss everywhere in the kitchen, all over the tiled floor, on the kitchen table, in the sink all over any dishes, against the walls. We also like to piss all over the floor and against the walls in the bathroom as well. And when I say "we" like to piss against the walls I do mean "we".  You see I like to stand facing a wall with my legs apart and hips thrust forward, pissing against the wall like a guy. The fact that it is our kitchen and bathroom walls I am pissing against really does it for me.

My husband also loves to piss on my ass. The feel of his hot piss hitting my bum cheeks and flowing down the crease between them over my asshole, feels kind of hot. And sometimes - usually after drinking lots of alcohol when we both feel outrageously daring - I get to enjoy the pleasure of pissing on his face. I love the feel of him licking my clitoris whilst I am pissing. And my husband is the only guy I have ever let piss in my mouth, the only guy whose hot piss I have ever swallowed, straight from the source,

Mostly though we just love the simple pleasures of randomly peeing everywhere, though generally against painted walls, on tiled floors or other hard surfaces like table tops which are easy and quick to wipe clean or mop up afterwards before the kids come home.

There have been a few occasions when we have been quite drunk when amidst much drunken giggling we have both peed on our bedroom carpet either in the corner or right there beside our bed. This invariably results in large wet patches which take a couple of days to dry out fully, but because much drinking has been involved our pee is very dilute so there is no great smell. Which is just as well because we don't want the kids to know, obviously.

Many years ago soon after we met, after a drinking session when we returned to my flat somewhat the worse for wear and in need of a piss, I suggested that it might be a good laugh to just do it on the kitchen floor together. My husband to be was well up for it. And we have been pissing on kitchen and bathroom floors ever since, occasionally even on our bedroom carpet. 

Once when drunk we decided it would be fun to wet the bed together. So we did. Both of us just pissing where we lay and soaking the sheets and mattress. Then we made love in that pissy bed before somehow managing to sleep in it. Next day after the kids had gone to school, we had to strip the pissy wet sheets off the bed and throw them in the wash, and do our best to dry the mattress with a hair dryer, would you believe. But it was still a bit damp hours later so we eventually had to turn it upside down with the wet side underneath. 

Sometimes, as one of our little outrageous kinks, the ultimate fuck you to all we are taught as kids about proper use of the toilet, we do actually use the toilet. But with the lid fucking closed, lol.

I will often stand over the toilet or stand in front of it aiming from a distance, and piss all over the closed lid. My husband will do the same, most of our piss of course ending up all over the floor. I like to sit on that piss covered toilet lid afterwards, delighting in the feel of wet piss all over my bum cheeks. 

Sometimes I like to hold his dick whilst he pees, gleefully aiming it all around. I also sometimes like to lick the end of his dick whilst he is pissing, his hot piss splashing over the end of my tongue. I love the way his dick gradually gets hard at these moments.

When out in pubs, where we think we can get away with it in quiet enough corners, I will sometimes piss on the carpet under the table. If it is a little too open or too busy to get away with that, I will just grab my husbands pint glass and piss in that. He is always happy enough to drink it for me. In fact, sometimes back home in the privacy of our bedroom after a drinking session, he likes to have me piss in his mouth. I look down beneath me at such moments, relishing the sight of him drinking it by the gulp full as I enjoy squatting over his face, pissing. Some of it still ends up on the carpet anyway, of course.

Anyway, I thought I would share. Anonymously of course, lol

 

Edited October 17, 2023 by steve25805

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Dear Wet Carpet. I am nearly 20 right now but still living at home with my parents.

For the last couple of years or so, a naughtiness that has developed since my discovery of the joys of the pub, I have been enjoying the pleasure of just peeing on my bedroom carpet on purpose instead of going to the toilet, usually in a corner or sometimes right beside my bed. I don't know why but just being so dirty and naughty is kind of a rebellious and erotic thrill. It is fun to just outrageously piss anywhere instead of going to the toilet.

Anyway, there I was the other day  with no knickers on and my skirt hoisted, squatting and peeing in the corner of my bedroom for the umpteenth time. I was enjoying the soft hissing and sound of it pattering down, and the sight of it hitting the fabric and forming a growing wet patch.

But then disaster struck. My 42 year old mother suddenly walked in and caught me in mid flow, looking aghast. "What the fuck do you think you are doing?"

I knew she was angry. She only ever swears when she is angry. I quickly stopped pissing and stood up, letting my skirt drop down to cover my lower nudity. I didn't know what to say or do and felt acutely embarrassed. None of which was helped by her ranting at me....

"Why the fuck are you pissing on the carpet? Couldn't be bothered to go to the bathroom? Just felt like being a lazy, dirty bitch? Have I been such a crappy parent that I failed to show you how to use a toilet when you were young? I don't fucking think so! Have I ever set such an example to you? No I fucking havent! Because I don't go around pissing wherever the fuck I like."

This was bad. A lot of "fucks" and  "fuckings". She was clearly very pissed off.

"Right, you dirty bitch! Since in your parallel universe, your bedroom carpet seems to be the ideal fucking toilet...." she started to raise the back of her own dress whilst lowering herself down in the middle of the room...."You have fucking asked for this!"

And moments later she was squatting there, dress hoisted, ass just inches above the floor, panties down around her knees. Still looking angry but with a tiny hint of a smirk on her face she said, "If you want piss on your carpet, young lady, you'll get piss on your fucking carpet!" 

Seconds later, a golden hissy spray was splashing down as she began a long piss right there on my carpet, not in some discrete corner but right in the middle of the room. She looked down at her torrent with a brief smirk, then looked at me, still angry. "I hope this teaches you a lesson", she said, still pissing away.

I must admit to being struck speechless - as most of your readers can probably imagine. Being caught pissing on the floor is bad enough, but when your mother tries to teach you a lesson by pissing on your carpet herself, it kind of does your head in.

When she was done she got up and gestured to the huge wet patch she had made in the middle of the room. "Right young lady, you can clean that fucking mess up!. And don't let me catch you doing this again or there will be fucking hell to pay I promise you. And be thankful I am not telling your father!"

As she reached the door she turned back to me for a moment, "If there is even so much as a hint that you've been pissing in here again, I shall  piss on your bed and see how you like that. And I am fucking serious! So be warned."

Then she left the room without further fuss, leaving me to grapple with my feelings of shame and embarrassment. I still don't know how to act or think in front of my mother now, knowing what she caught me doing and what she did in response to teach me a lesson. But at some point we need to move on past this. I have been afraid  to piss on the carpet since and am thinking I might have to move out.

Anyway, that is my rather harrowing tale, lol