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[Paulypeeps 4,985]

52 minutes ago, steve25805 said:

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

Dear twenty-year-old

I am sorry to hear that you find this all rather harrowing. Clearly you need to deal with the shame and embrrasment, and to do that you must realise that you do not feel the shame because your feel you did something wrong - you are clearly a sensible woman and would not have peed on your carpet if you thought you were doing something wrong. A little unorthodox and naughty perhaps.

Perhaps think in terms of how your mother felt when she was supprised to see you moistening your carpet. I suspect the her use of fruity language was more down to her not being able to accurately articulate how she felt. The key aspect here is that she joined you and peed on the carpet. If she really had a problem with pee on your carpet there is no way that she would have added to what you had done and especially right in the middle of the room. I suspect that she was reminded of a time just before you were born when she too was going through a rebellious phase and probably did things similar to what you have done.

I suspect that way to move past this is to ask your mother what she was like in her late teens and early twenties when she was rebelling. I suspect you will be surprised by the things she might have got up to. I am sure that sharing these things will provide a shared empathy between you and you might learn a few things from her life experiences.

I am sure that you appreciate that peeing on the carpet in your room is so much more convenient than using the bathroom, and if you try and go back to using the toilet you will always long for those times when you have enjoyed the convenience of just peeing in the corner of the room. To that end you might like to stop torturing yourself and return to peeing on your bedroom carpet. Clearly your mother has set an example that there is no need to restrict yourself to just peeing in the corner, be more free and just pee in the middle of your room.

Your mother I am sure fully understands how hard it will be for you to resist peeing on the carpet again. You need to accept the inevitability that when she catches you again that she will pee on your bed. I suspect that she is secretly hoping that she will catch you so that she can do this, and I suspect that she has done it before as she would not have just thought it up on the fly in the heat of the moment.

Going forward you should not be too fastidious about cleaning all the traces of pee out of your carpet because I think it is invitable that you will be adding to it on a fairly regular basis. Perhaps it will take your mind off of the worry a little bit if you just accept that one day your mother will perhaps see you peeing on your carpet again, or maybe will just catch a faint whiff of dried pee, and will make a great thing of sitting on your bed and peeing through her skirt and knickers to soak your mattress.

Bare in mind that once your bed has been peed on, and the mattress is permanently stained as it will be after that first dousing, there will be no need for you to leave your bed just to pee on the carpet when you are tucked up under a cosy duvet. In truth your mother will understand.

Yours Sincerely
Aunty Paulypeeps

[steve25805 121,274]

Dear Wet Carpet.

My wife and I were staying in this cheap seaside hotel for a few days and got into the habit of peeing in the shower or the sink instead of the toilet just for fun. It is the sort of thing we do at home sometimes. Well on our last night we were laying naked together on the bed when we both needed to pee. My wife suggested being really naughty and that we both stand together and pee against the hotel room wall. She said we had paid in cash, our surname was very common and we had never given our first names, so they could never trace us. We'd be long gone by the time they found it.

I couldn't believe my wife of all people - a popular and respected teacher in her day job - had suggested such a thing. But I was well up for it. And so we both ended up standing naked facing the wall, me with my dick in hand, her with her legs apart and hips thrust forward. And amidst much giggling we were both spraying that wall with our golden piss, relishing the sight of it flowing down onto the carpet at its base. I couldnt believe we were both stood there pissing against that hotel room wall. My wife especially.

Well in the morning, just before getting dressed to leave, my wife announced that she needed another piss, and said "Fuck it. Might as well just piss here." And she squatted in the middle of the room, a massive grin on her face as she pissed on the carpet. 

I then stood beside the bed, aiming my dick towards it as I pointed out that we wouldnt be needing it anymore. My wife chuckled as I started pissing all over the bed. 

After that we got showered and dressed, gathered our suitcases and left the room to hand keys in at the reception desk. As we closed the door behind us we both laughed at what we had done, before making good our escape. The lady at the reception desk looked at us wonderingly as we tried hard to suppress giggles when handing the keys back. As we departed we saw her leaving the desk with our hotel room keys in hand, clearly suspicious. I guess she was heading to check out our room. So we hastened to our car and made a quick getaway before she uncovered what we had done.

That was several months ago and we never heard anything so I guess we got away with it. We did follow the town's local newspaper just in case, but all we found was a brief story from a local hotelier who'd suffered one of his rooms being vandalised by a middle aged couple who had urinated against the wall and on the carpet, as well as on the bed. 

I guess that was us, lol. No pics thankfully and the description given could have been any number of people.

My wife now wants us to do it again sometime. And I have already made plans for a wet weekend in Blackpool, lol.

[steve25805 121,274]

Dear Wet Carpet.

I am a 42 year old car salesman and my wife a busty blonde, blue eyed, curvaceous and big bottomed 38 year old retail manager.

Today we ripped out the living room carpet to replace with a new one, which after moving all the furniture out and back in again ended up taking up most of the day. Anyway last night we were sharing a bottle of wine in the living room and generally relaxing, when my wife groaned that she had to go upstairs for a pee, calling it a pain in the ass. Which is when I made the naughtiest suggestion. "Why bother going all the way upstairs? We are getting rid of this carpet tomorrow anyway so you might as well just piss on the floor!"

She looked aghast yet amused. "I cant do that!"

"Why not? This time tomorrow that carpet is going to be on a rubbish tip anyway. So piss on the floor!"

She got up from the sofa and grinning broadly said, "Shall I?"

I urged her on. And so she unfastened her jeans in the middle of the room, and lowered both them and her panties down to her knees as she lowered herself down into a squat, her bare ass inches above the floor. For several seconds she just grinned broadly at the naughtiness of what she was about to do. And then a brief spurt, followed by a gushing torrent as the soft hissing of her relief filled the room along with the sound of it pattering down onto the carpet. A golden coloured spray was splashing down beneath and slightly in front of her as her grin broadened into one of both amusement and delight. She enthused, "I'm peeing on the carpet!" And laughed. Then she looked down onto the floor, grinning at her own yellow piss pattering onto the carpet, where a rapidly growing wet patch was forming. And she peed for like an age and made a huge puddle by the time she was done.

She then stood up, pulled her jeans and panties back up, and looked with a massive grin at the rather large mess she had made. Then she smiled broadly at me and said, "You told me to pee on the carpet so I did." At which she laughed.

It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen her do.

I had to go as well so I got my dick out and started pissing on another part of the carpet as she watched, grinning. I was still pissing away as she laughingly said, "Who needs to go to the bathroom when there's a perfectly good carpet to piss on." We both laughed at that. 

Well that was the first and so far only time my wife and I have ever pissed on the carpet, ostensibly out of convenience but in reality also because we kind of enjoyed doing it. My wife was joking today about how, when we get around to buying a new bedroom carpet, we can have a few drinks the night before and piss on the old carpet there for fun.

I wasn't planning on buying a new bedroom carpet til next year, but I might see if we can afford it next month. Just to see my wife enjoying the pleasure of pissing on the carpet again. Naturally.

 

Edited October 30, 2023 by steve25805

[hentaixt 1,439]

Hello all, I had to share a break-through but it's kinda short. Please enjoy:

I'm final confident enough to pee when only partially secluded! I'd been practicing, but with very little success. It was always the same, I'd find a place, squat down, and then get scared. Nothing would come out. The result was me dashing off to a more secure location. For example, I was in the hardware store a month ago. Wandering through the aisles I stumbled upon the patio furniture. I sat down in the gazebo with a thick bug netting all around. I stripped off my panties and just rested naturally on the chair waiting to go. After 15 minutes, there was still nothing happening *down there* but butterflies. So, I got up feeling dejected and thought I was not going to have any fun. That was until I walked past the sheds in garden, I hopped inside, and was pissing all over. LITERALLY, I left a huge spot on the floor, streaks up 2 of the walls, almost filled a bucket in the back corner, and still had enough to wash the window. Of course, I left after that and hadn't tried again until earlier today. This time I was at the department store and it was after lunch, I was full up and ready to flow. There was a display of clearance outdoor grills, 4 or 5 of them in various sizes, and 1 MASSIVE unit. I was looking at them with barely idle interest, but when I stepped behind the *big* 1, I got the twinge. It was the first time I had, it meant I felt safe enough to let loose. I didn't ignore it, I immediately dropped into position and without hesitation, released. I watched as my stream hit the white tile floor, splashing and pooling. The sensation was amazing, I was so proud of myself, the feeling of going inappropriately, the relief of my discharge, the joy of letting loose, the sense of liberation, the fun of seeing it all happen, especially after so many attempts. I finished, not even being quick about it either, I was all in on this. I did a dribble shake and stood up, then I noticed where I was, 3 of the grills were just barely obscuring me, and the whole display was just outside the housewares section. If anybody walked by the right way, I would've been in full view, EVERYTHING VISIBLE. I blushed hard and made a beeline for the exit. I hope this means I can finally have more fun moving forward!!

[hentaixt 1,439]

Hi, so me again.... from just above. I had another good day. I didn't really intend to try anything after such a success yesterday, but the twinge happened again. I don't want to suppress it yet; if I try to block it now, I may lose my progress. Anyway, that's not as important, this time I was at a sporting goods store. Just looking around at stuff again when I happened into camping.

I was glancing at sleeping bags and remembering slumber parties years ago, it was sorta how I got into this peeing thing. I'll save that for another time, just let me know if you want to hear more. So, I wandered into cooking gear and at the end of the aisle was thermoses. The twinge was very subtle, a little *flip* like my bladder did a loop. I stopped and waited, wondering if it was really the right sensation. I got no confirmation, until I picked up 1 off the shelf. The *flip* happened again, I started to unscrew the lid; this time it was a full-on URGE to go. It felt so strong I thought I could wet myself if I chose. My body very much wanted to pee in this thing I was holding and I was EXCEPTIONALLY willing to assist. I looked around, the aisle was empty, so were the next to either side, I had a cart with me because I didn't want to carry my purse the whole time. I parked it at an angle and poised myself. As I said, I wasn't anticipating anything, so I was in jean shorts. Far too tight to allow any covert going through the leg, which meant I had to strip down to be exposed. I un-buttoned and zipped, dropped the shorts and panties to my ankles, but remained standing. I took a kind of diamond squat, feet together, knees apart, stance. Placing the opening directly over my lips, it was instantaneous. I could hear the gush and splash, feel the vibration of the receptacle, the joy and pride returned as well. I lowered the bottle, allowing my stream to come into view; the aim was still perfect and needed no adjustments. I moved it further and further away, letting my gush fly a longer distance before entering the aperture. The sound increased, like a hose filling a bucket, it was then I realized the noise indicated I hadn't chosen the right size. I could see the softly tinted fluid edging closer to the top. When it ultimately got to the point of overflowing... I just moved it out of the way! My spray shot forward unimpeded, straight to the low shelf of other similar products. The 1st strike was enough to knock over some plastic versions, but fearing that would be too noticeable, I adjusted my direction and hit some of the other metal-sided offerings. This had an unexpectedly pleasant and surprisingly fun result; it toned like hitting a bell. I began darted between targets, *ting*, *tong*, *clink* (this 1 was glass), *bloop*, *clang*, not long after my stream gave out strength and ended. I became aware that the thermos in my hand was quite warm now, despite being insulated. I quickly seated the lid and placed it still full, on the shelf. I then reapplied my clothes and did a fast check of my surroundings; this turned out well, because there was now an employee 2 aisles down. I left my cart by the door and exited back into the mall area. Heady with excitement, I moved away from the store to the other end of the floor swiftly, but not to look hurried or unusual. I found a bench and sat to compose myself, however after, I determined it best to leave and not tempt fate.

[wetwulf 3,186]

6 hours ago, hentaixt said:

just let me know if you want to hear more.

As a longtime reader of this magazine, I can say your stories fit perfectly here, and I am certain readers would love to hear more.

[hentaixt 1,439]

Sorry for not responding sooner, I had a mini freak-out realizing what I was doing. I mean technically I just admitted to things that'd get me in trouble. However, after a day or 2 it registered, no one knows who, where, or if you want to get existential, even when I am. So, I'll share the story of the slumber party, not sure how long it'll be though. The whole thing is so simple in my mind.

Many years ago, a bunch of us were invited to a birthday party for my friend at the time. We had the event at an arcade restaurant and rented the place until after closing since they allowed for that. Most of the other children had left but we still had the facility for another hour, so we were taking advantage of the place being empty and running all over. Most of the employee areas were locked except the hallway to the technician's room. They were there in case 1 of the machines had an issue. This was also the way to the bathrooms. There were 4 girls, 3 others beside me. Of course, we were being cheeky and dared each other into the Men's room. We laughed and played with the urinals, but that was all. Going back out and we started 1 last play-through, since it was free until the party ended. We decided on some pirate themed shooter that had seats and a huge screen. Every time 1 of us would die we'd swap, which happened often. After hours of downing soda, we were all getting backed up with the excitement of the game. None of us wanted to go far since we'd miss our turn if we did. The birthday girl was dancing around quite desperate, exclaiming she'd wet herself if she didn't do something soon. Another of the girls suggested she just do it behind the machine. This was actually pretty easy to accomplish, the cabinet was in a back corner and had just enough space on either side to get into the seat, since it was multiplayer. The back was open so people could watch the play through the glass and the front was almost against the wall. She ducked into the dead space there and with another of the girls in front of her basically disappeared. That other girl happened to be me. I watched as she dropped her pants, squatted down and squirted all over the side of the machine itself. The sight and sound of it set the rest of us off too. So before long we each took a turn spraying the artwork with a shower of pee and drenching the carpet as it ran off. I was last to get my chance and pretty desperate after observing all the action. Once I got my belt undone, the pants I was wearing were so baggy they fell to the floor while shuffling out of my underwear, but I didn't get a chance to squat. Instead, I found out I could go standing. My stream went forward hard and fast enough to close the distance without issue. I watched as I shot the bad guy right in the face with force that had drops splashing back on my legs. We beat the game a couple minutes later and started to pack up with only 15 minutes left. I told everybody I needed to pee again before leaving and headed down the hall to the restrooms. I noticed the door to the tech room open and I had to look inside; I realized they were up front waiting to close shop once we all filed out the door, so it was empty. It was a pretty basic office, there were a couple extra chairs though, 1 of which was a recliner. I am guessing they might have napped there a few times. I still wanted to look around, but if I took too long someone would come after me. Then it struck me to pee there, like right there, in the chair. I could relieve myself and still glance at my surroundings as I went. After going on the arcade floor, my eyes suddenly saw new "toilets" to use. I dropped my pants and undies again and plopped my tiny naked parts on the chair. As I waited to start, I surveyed the space as I desired. Instead of just seeing what was in the room, I was cataloging where to expose myself and let it flow. There was the chair, a garbage can, a space beside the desk that I could have squeezed into, a bucket near a floor drain; which was 2 more. I think I had about 13, but again it was ages ago. I had no trouble getting started either. I let go just the same as on a regular stool, it was honestly easier than the times I squatted outdoors. The material was coated against spills, so it pooled between my thighs until I leaned forward and gave it an exit past my butt cheeks. It gushed to 1 side until it found the junction of seat / back / arm and then sloshed down the hole there leading inside the chair. I finished with a hard, late squirt and hopped up. My whole underside was wet. It was clear I wasn't getting dry on this seat, so I waddled over and sat at the desk. This did the job as a wiggled back and forth. I got up 1 last time, reset my clothes and rushed to meet the others so we could leave.

..... and that's it. I was kinda hooked as you might guess. I can share some of my other stories about how I got better at going too, if anybody wants to hear those. Other than that, I'll share my next success when I have it.

Edited November 15, 2023 by hentaixt

[gldenwetgoose 20,252]

Dear Wet Carpet,

I hope your readers have heard of our forthcoming 'Three Thirty Free Pee' campaign, and I hope everyone is going to join in.  No matter where you are, what you're doing - we need your support.

Every single one of us has one thing in common.   We all have to pee. It's a basic human right that we all have to pee.  And yet, so often we are denied that right.

You may have read in the news of Anne Wafula-Strike, the Paralympian who has competed for her country at the highest level and yet was left without an accessible toilet on a long train journey and forced to wet herself.  Every single one of us have found ourselves in dire desperation, if not actually wetting.   Sometimes it's about not having a toilet to wee in.  Other times it's about being denied using a bathroom.  Or being caught having a wee in a car park, alley way or at the side of the road.

That was me last week,  I don't really mind that I'd been overworked all day and hadn't had chance for a loo break,  I didn't really care that I was bursting when I left work.  I didn't even mind stopping my car for an outdoor wee on the way home, actually it felt quite liberating.   But being jeered at by a bunch of builders for having my pants down is a different matter.

The common theme is humiliation and that's what this campaign is aiming to overcome.  Weeing shouldn't be embarrassing, it should be something we can do proudly.  We're hydrated, our bodies are working well, our kidneys are filtering our blood.  And we're ready to flush out.   It's a beautiful thing.   People share golden showers as part of making love. Why should it always be a taboo subject.

So 3:30pm on the first of every month is Three Thirty Free Pee time.  Join in and do your duty.

It doesn't matter where you are, what you're doing - all you have to do is pee.  Have a wee.  Tinkle.  Spend a penny.  Urinate.  Make Pipi.  Water the flowers. Piss yourself....   Naked or fully clothed.  Or the bus seat, supermarket floor, shop changing room.  Office chair.  Gym carpet.  Let's make peeing normal.   Nothing to be hidden away, just pee freely.   If you wish to squat in the gutter that's fine, if you want to make a statement by wetting yourself then go for it.   Let's bring pee out of the closet.

The more people do it, the more the media will take notice.  We can change attitudes - one pee at a time.

PS Don't forget #330pee on social media.  Post those puddles.

 

 

 

 

 

[steve25805 121,274]

Dear Wet Carpet

I have just started seeing this lady in her late 40s and a few times now we have been out for a few drinks together. Well last night for the first time she invited me in to her flat, where we ended up naked in her bedroom, having a lot of fun if you catch my drift. Well, she announced that she needed a pee and got up off the bed, I presumed to go to the bathroom.

But instead she strode over to a corner of the bedroom and squatted down right there facing me with a grin on her face. Then with a delightful hiss and a broadening smile of pleasure she started pissing right there on the carpet. I couldnt believe it. A grown woman pissing on her own bedroom carpet, apparently for fun. The sight of her spray forcefully pattering down onto that carpet, creating a rapidly growing wet patch was just about the sexiest thing I had ever seen. I was nevertheless astonished at the matter of fact way she had just decided to do it right there on the floor in front of me. She chuckled as she said with a grin, "It's just more convenient", and laughed, adding, "more fun too. Toilets are boring."

I told her that she looked sexy as fuck just pissing there, to which she laughed, "Glad you're enjoying the show." 

When I needed to go she directed me towards the same corner and told me to piss against the wall. "Are you sure?" I asked. She just laughed and said it's what guys usually do. And she offered to lend me a hand. Well why not, if thats what she wanted? So there I was, her holding my dick as I pissed against her bedroom wall,, my piss flowing down the wall onto the carpet. And her grin made it obvious that she was enjoying it.

I spent the night there, and the first thing she did this morning when she got out of bed, is squat beside it, pissing a large golden torrent onto the carpet right beside her bed. She said if I needed to go, she'd lend me a hand again, and said that if she wanted to see a guy again, it was her custom to have him christen the carpet. So there I was standing there facing away from the bed, with her holding my dick as I pissed out into the middle of the room all over the carpet. With her aiming my dick all around with a big grin so that I peed all over a wide area.

Well now she says that to cement our relationship, I will have to let her christen my bedroom carpet. So yes, this lady actually wants to piss on my fucking carpet! And yet under the circumstances how can I refuse? In fact I am kind of looking forward to it. So in a couple of days we are meeting up in the pub again, after which we plan on going back to mine. And I am going to get the pleasure of watching her enjoying a piss on my own carpet. And I am looking forward to it.

[steve25805 121,274]

Dear Wet Carpet.

We have decided to be daring and put ourselves out there. I am Chloe and this is me on the left and my sister Sara on the right. We are both glamour models and we sometimes participate in soft core porn shoots. We look kind of hot I think but judge for yourselves....

Anyway, in our private lives we tend to have an anything goes attitude to sex. We are mostly fairly unshockable. And from a young age we have very much both been into pissing. We didnt do it too often in case mum found out but we used to find it fun to pee on the carpet in each other's bedrooms. 

Anyway we now are renting a house together because it is cheaper than renting separately, leaving us a whole lot more money for nice holidays in the sun. We are still seriously into pissing and get off on the idea of just peeing anywhere without giving a shit. Sometimes when at home we will piss all over the tiled bathroom or kitchen floors all weekend just for fun, maybe on the kitchen table too. We clean it all up on Monday mornings after such wild weekends. 

We are into the whole golden showers thing too. We have both peed on guys when the opportunity has arisen. And on other women. And when we have wanted to be really kinky we have even peed all over each other.  There is this older woman we befriended who likes having us squat over her face and piss in her month. Have done that to a few guys too. It really is most empowering to just piss in someone's mouth and watch them drinking it.

We have both had boyfriends whom we met on fetish sites. The piss pervert guys love us. After all, we are probably the only girls they have ever met who enjoy having them piss in our mouths. Some people might think it is a bit gross but we love drinking  guys' piss. And girl's piss too. Because yes, we have both previously enjoyed having women squatting over our faces, and drinking their fresh hot piss. We have been known to piss in a glass each and drink our own piss. It's only piss so what does it matter. 

Anyway as you can see we are a wild couple of piss freaks. But what really prompted this letter is that we have hooked up with this rich man and his wife, who have this house in the country set aside for pissing fun. Basically, they spend the occasional weekend there where it has long been the custom of he and his wife to piss anywhere they like. Both are old enough to be our parents but we dont mind. We now regularly join them for such fun at this quiet house in the middle of nowhere. And basically, we all spend the weekend naked and drinking champagne...and just pissing anywhere and everywhere. On the furniture, on the floors, all over the carpets, against the walls, on the tables, all over the beds, in the fucking cupboards, anything goes. Squatting, semi-squatting, standing with our legs apart, the entire place gets flooded with piss. As a lady, just standing and pissing against some random wall is particular fun. 

The entire house stinks of piss to be honest, but we dont care, it is not ours. There have been entire piss party weekends there with invited guests mostly consisting of rich men and their wives or girlfriends - or secretaries - all there to enjoy the pleasure of pissing all over the place with total abandon. One weekend there were over 20 of us. The carpets were literally squelching underfoot after that one, every inch of the living room and bedroom carpets pissed all over multiple times. The entire kitchen and bathroom floors were covered in piss, as was the surface of every table. The mattresses were all so soaked through that piss was dripping from beneath onto the carpets below. All the furniture was soaked in piss. None of us could sit anywhere without sitting in piss.. One woman opened the fridge door and stood there pissing in it. Some of the women were delighting in holding dicks for men to piss everywhere. 

We love wild weekends like that.

And when it comes to boyfriends - or girlfriends because we like both - if you are not okay with having your carpets christened, you will never make it past first base.

It is rare for either my sister or I to ever be in a long term relationship with someone whose carpet we havent pissed on. Or whose face we havent pissed on either actually, lol

We are thinking of monetising our pleasure and getting seriously into piss porn or becoming escorts specialising in watersports, ot something like that

Anyway, just sharing that with all your readers.

Hope you enjoyed.




 

[steve25805 121,274]

Dear Wet Carpet

I'm a 32 year old blonde, married to a slightly older guy. And we like to be naughty but don't like to be caught. So our thing is to travel some distance from where we live to spend the night in a hotel, never the same one twice. Once there we go out to the local bars and pubs, and usually grab a few cans on the way back, by which time we are very tipsy. I don't really know why but pissing everywhere for a laugh always seems so much more fun to us after a few bevies.

Problem is of course that very few hotels will let you stay the night without at least giving your credit card details, even if you want to pay in cash. Which means you have got to be careful because you are traceable. So here's what we do when we get back to our hotel room, gigglingly drunk, both of us badly in need of a piss, We pull wardrobes or bedside cabinets away from the walls, then usually I would go first and squat and piss on the uncovered area of carpet. The hissing of my relief and the sight and sound of it forcefully splashing down is just so much fun and a real turn on. After a few drinks there is nothing more enjoyable or erotic than pissing on some random carpet when the bathroom and toilet are only feet away. Its just so naughty.

When I am done I like to hold my husbands dick as he pees on the carpet too. 

We drink the alcohol we have brought back with us in order to refill, and end up pissing on the carpet for fun another couple of times too generally, before crashing out. In the morning we tend to piss on the carpet again, before pulling the wardrobe back into place to cover all the evidence. We then grin knowingly at each other as we check out.

And we have never been caught, no one has ever been in touch. They probably discover it eventually but by then can in no way know which of their many customers has done it. So it works for us. 

[gldenwetgoose 20,252]

Dear Wet Carpet,

Are you feeling lucky ?    Let me tell you about the game I've invented, and am going to be playing with my friends tonight.

Each Friday night three or four of us from the Admin team at work go out into town.  We usually meet at the bus station and then we go around the bars before hitting a club until the early hours.  We all get on really well, even though I'm way younger than them. Like by a long way, they're all either married or divorced.  It doesn't stop them being mad and up for anything though.   A few months ago in the office they were all discussing the Pee Your Pants challenge that was going viral, and asked me (because I'm the 'tik tok generation' apparently) if I'd done it.

I went bright red and they all assumed I did - of course they were right. But from the conversations that followed, it seems like none of them are nuns either.

 

So a few weeks ago I made up this game and for the last couple of Fridays we've been playing it.  They think it's a tik tok thing, and I'm loving getting my own back by having them play it.

It's very simple -

• Before we go out, we roll a dice - the person with the highest score is 'it'.  They're the person who has to take the challenge.
• If two people roll the same highest score then both people have to do it.
• And then a second roll of the dice decides what the challenge actually is.  We do this in the office in the afternoon so they can choose to dress according to the challenge.
• The challenge can be done any time on night before we all go our separate ways. It's best after plenty of drinking anyway.
• The rest of the group must have proof it's been completed. 

 And the challenges, all based on the roll of a dice:

1.  Relax - have a normal toilet pee
2.  Pee outdoors somewhere.
3.  An Indoor pee, not on the floor
4.  Pee through panties (then take them off for the rest of the night)
5.  Pee through panties and keep them on
6.  Wetting trousers / jeans completely in a public place

[Kupar 12,420]

2 minutes ago, gldenwetgoose said:

Dear Wet Carpet,

Are you feeling lucky ?    Let me tell you about the game I've invented, and am going to be playing with my friends tonight.

Each Friday night three or four of us from the Admin team at work go out into town.  We usually meet at the bus station and then we go around the bars before hitting a club until the early hours.  We all get on really well, even though I'm way younger than them. Like by a long way, they're all either married or divorced.  It doesn't stop them being mad and up for anything though.   A few months ago in the office they were all discussing the Pee Your Pants challenge that was going viral, and asked me (because I'm the 'tik tok generation' apparently) if I'd done it.

I went bright red and they all assumed I did - of course they were right. But from the conversations that followed, it seems like none of them are nuns either.

 

So a few weeks ago I made up this game and for the last couple of Fridays we've been playing it.  They think it's a tik tok thing, and I'm loving getting my own back by having them play it.

It's very simple -

• Before we go out, we roll a dice - the person with the highest score is 'it'.  They're the person who has to take the challenge.
• If two people roll the same highest score then both people have to do it.
• And then a second roll of the dice decides what the challenge actually is.  We do this in the office in the afternoon so they can choose to dress according to the challenge.
• The challenge can be done any time on night before we all go our separate ways. It's best after plenty of drinking anyway.
• The rest of the group must have proof it's been completed. 

 And the challenges, all based on the roll of a dice:

1.  Relax - have a normal toilet pee
2.  Pee outdoors somewhere.
3.  An Indoor pee, not on the floor
4.  Pee through panties (then take them off for the rest of the night)
5.  Pee through panties and keep them on
6.  Wetting trousers / jeans completely in a public place

What an excellent game, whoever you are! I would love to hear an account of how the games have played out! You are very creative - I am sure your group have had fun! Thanks for telling us about it 🙂 

[steve25805 121,274]

Dear Wet Carpet.

My boyfriend and I are both in our early 20s. We have this thing we like to do when we come back to our flat half drunk from a night out and busting for a pee. Instead of going to the bathroom, we head for the kitchen where we both take our clothes off and piss all over the linoleum floor, him standing and aiming his dick around and me usually semi-squatting with my hands on my knees. The sound of it all splashing down is rather loud, as is our drunken laughter. And because we both invariably have full bladders when we arrive, it tends to be a very long piss from both of us and the floor gets flooded. Of course we clean it all up in the morning so that our flat is always spotlessly clean.

Well we hit a snag. Because it turned out that the people in the flat below could hear our piss splashing down on the floor and hear us loudly laughing about it and guessed what was happening. And reported us to our landlady who is a good 20 years older than us. Anyway, she called round and came in all smiles then hit us with the bombshell that some of the other tenants had reported us for peeing on the kitchen floor. Our instant embarrassment gave the game away, which was foolish of us because the floor was spotlessly clean so we could have simply denied it. Anyway, she said that our reactions proved that we had been doing it, but that she could see we cleaned up afterwards so guessed it was no big deal.

Was she really okay with it? She said that as long as we didnt ruin the carpets or furniture and cleaned up afterwards, she wasnt too bothered, and said that young people after a few bevies often have all sorts of interesting ways of having fun.

She could see we didn't know what to make of this reaction. So she told us that before she and her husband settled down and had kids, they sometimes used to pee on their kitchen or bathroom floors for fun. She said that as long as it was cleaned up where was the problem?

She saw that we were still unsure how to react to all this, so she beckoned us to follow her into our kitchen, where she said that the floor was technically her own property, whilst unzipping her jeans. She told us with a broad smile that just to prove she was okay with it, she was going to enjoy taking a piss on our kitchen floor herself. As she said this she lowered her jeans and panties down to her knees and dropped down into a squat. We could barely believe the evidence of our own eyes, that our landlady was doing this right in front of us. 

And then with a very audible hissing, a thick golden torrent of piss was forcefully splashing down onto the linoleum floor, creating an ever growing lake of yellow piss. And she like peed for ages, a big grin on her face throughout. When done she looked at the massive puddle as she stood up and pulled her jeans and panties back up, and commented on how much fun that was. She then grinned at us and said something like "You see? I really am not that bothered as long as you clean up afterwards. Can I leave that with you?"

Well we agreed - what choice did we have - and mopped up the landlady's piss after she left.

Anyway, boyfriend and I have continued to have fun pissing on the kitchen floor upon returning from the pub. But now also - she has done it several times since - our landlady too pees on the floor whenever she feels like when calling on us. And we have to clean it up when she is gone. But thats okay. Mopping up piss off the floor is something we are used to doing anyway, and now we have the security of knowing our landlady is fine with it. And it is kind of fun to watch her pissing on the floor anyway.

 

[steve25805 121,274]

Dear Wet Carpet

I'm a 32 year old teacher and have been seeing this well off but divorced older guy. He treats me to slap up meals and the kind of foreign holidays my teacher's salary could never pay for. So I am prepared to be quite accommodating and besides I really like him. But when we are at his place he does have this thing about having me pee on the carpet beside his bed. He just loves watching me pissing right there. And it's his carpet so if he wants me to do that, why not?  Anyway, it's kind of fun in a way, not bothering to go to the bathroom but just squatting and peeing on the floor - on the carpet - right beside the bed. The sight and sound of it pattering down and creating an ever growing damp patch without having to care about it, and right in front of the guy whose carpet it is, really does it for me actually,

I especially love it when I have a very full bladder, because then I am peeing forcefully down, hissing away as we ladies do, and peeing for ages, creating a massive lake of pee slowly seeping into the carpet. A true golden shower onto the floor. If I am staying the night, first thing I will do when  I get out of bed in the morning - once he too is awake to enjoy the show - is pee on the carpet beside the bed again. He likes the idea of the woman in his life marking her territory and just peeing on the floor. Turns him on. And since I enjoy doing it, why not?

Its not always limited to the bedroom either. He has had me pee on his living room carpet before. And on the kitchen table would you believe. Once in the living room when I needed to go he wanted me to get and squat upon one of his armchairs and pee on it. So I did. Well why not? He wanted me to do it and it was a whole lot more convenient than going all the way upstairs to the bathroom, and a whole lot more fun. And as I squatted there, pissing all over his armchair with total abandon, the thought occurred to me, am I really doing this? The absolute naughtiness helped make it so erotic for me.



 

[gldenwetgoose 20,252]

Dear Wet Carpet Magazine,

I don't know if this is allowed, I'm writing in using my brother's account.   I'm really scared and hoping your online readers can give me some reassurance.

Yesterday my friends and I went into our local city.  I'm not going to say where for reasons that'll become apparent.   It was two girls I sort of knew from college and have bumped into a few times on nights out.  They said we should have a girly day out Christmas shopping, but it quickly became apparent their way of shopping is a bit different to mine.   We met up at the train station in the city with a festive coffee before strolling around the shops.  Just browsing and having fun.  Seems though their ideas of fun were a lot wilder.  Like going into stores and using all the makeup testers to give themselves a full makeover, and generally being out to see what they could get.  Trying on clothes, but not really buying anything (as I realised later).

At lunchtime we ended up in a wetherspoons type pub drinking a couple of glasses of wine.  That's when it sort of went properly in a southwards direction.  As we finished lunch I got up to go to the loo, but they had other ideas.  I was surprised neither of them needed to go - they just laughed about what else shop changing rooms were for.  I decided I could wait and we set off around the shops again.   I was pretty horrified first of all to see Tasha (not her real name) crouch down to look at something on a low shelf, and hear a loud hiss as a stream of wee landed on the tiled floor just in front of her.  I've no idea if she had any knickers on, or if she'd pulled them to one side.

Then later in the lift in one of the big stores Jemma (also not her name) pulled down her leggings and stood facing the wall with her hips forward, as a big arc of pee sprayed onto it, running down and pooling on the floor.  I was really desperate at that point but certainly wasn't going to pee like that.  When I told the girls I was going to find a bathroom they pretty much bullied me out of the idea.  I'm used to holding it in my job so that's what I did.

Anyway after that we ended up at the Christmas markets and another bar.  This was open air and it was freezing - not the thing at all you need when desperate for a wee.  We ended up sat in a booth.  I told the girls I really needed to find a toilet.  But they were having none of it.  They told me to wriggle my jeans down under the table and just 'piss on the floor'.   I was horrified at the thought, but then the alternative of wetting myself was equally horrifying.  And very likely at that point.  They were sat either side of me, so with those two options I found myself sitting on the edge of the seat with my jeans pulled down under the table.

At first nothing happened.  Stage fright.   And then finally in the cold air, I felt a trickle of hot wee escape and run across my bum cheek.  Before long the trickle had changed to a steady stream running down the wooden boards to my feet.  As terrifying as it was, it felt amazing.  The first time I'd peed since leaving my house in the morning.

But then, suddenly two of the event security staff were at our table.  It seems Tasha had added to my stream from under her skirt and there was a very visible pool of steaming pee flowing across the floor of the bar.   I was absolutely mortified of course, yanking my jeans up.  I only realised later I'd still been peeing as I did so.  I just wanted the ground to swallow me up.  Jemma and Tasha decided to get all mouthy with the staff which didn't help one bit.  Soon we were being escorted off the site with mentions of CCTV recordings and reporting us to the police.   To make matters worse I realised later that the Christmas 'shopping' the other two had done had actually been shoplifting, with me as their accomplice.

Now Wet Carpet Readers -  I haven't slept a wink last night, I'm terrified of the police knocking on my door.  I'd get sacked from my job if I was given a criminal record, and as for weeing in a public place.  That would just be awful.   Should I be worried?   Is there anything they can do?   Has anyone else found themselves in a similar position,  I just need to know I'm not a criminal.

Thank you - Terrified D.

[Kupar 12,420]

Oh D! I really feel for you. First things first: try not to worry about it. You haven't done anything to be ashamed of and I am pretty sure no action will be taken against you - the security people have more important things to do. After all, it was Tasha and Jemma who were the ones getting all mouthy with security, and doing the shoplifting - and they'll have to bear the consequences of that if it goes further. You're in the clear there.

And to be honest, it would not have been the first time that the booths will have been used by desperate people like that - those Christmas markets can get incredibly busy and crowded and there just aren't enough toilets to serve that sort of crowd. You were just caught short: that should be your defence (if it comes to that ... and it won't).

So try to relax and think back to the relief you felt when you were finally able to go. You say it felt amazing - so that's the thought you should take away from the experience. Stay positive and have a Happy Christmas!

[steve25805 121,274]

47 minutes ago, gldenwetgoose said:

Dear Wet Carpet Magazine,

I don't know if this is allowed, I'm writing in using my brother's account.   I'm really scared and hoping your online readers can give me some reassurance.

Yesterday my friends and I went into our local city.  I'm not going to say where for reasons that'll become apparent.   It was two girls I sort of knew from college and have bumped into a few times on nights out.  They said we should have a girly day out Christmas shopping, but it quickly became apparent their way of shopping is a bit different to mine.   We met up at the train station in the city with a festive coffee before strolling around the shops.  Just browsing and having fun.  Seems though their ideas of fun were a lot wilder.  Like going into stores and using all the makeup testers to give themselves a full makeover, and generally being out to see what they could get.  Trying on clothes, but not really buying anything (as I realised later).

At lunchtime we ended up in a wetherspoons type pub drinking a couple of glasses of wine.  That's when it sort of went properly in a southwards direction.  As we finished lunch I got up to go to the loo, but they had other ideas.  I was surprised neither of them needed to go - they just laughed about what else shop changing rooms were for.  I decided I could wait and we set off around the shops again.   I was pretty horrified first of all to see Tasha (not her real name) crouch down to look at something on a low shelf, and hear a loud hiss as a stream of wee landed on the tiled floor just in front of her.  I've no idea if she had any knickers on, or if she'd pulled them to one side.

Then later in the lift in one of the big stores Jemma (also not her name) pulled down her leggings and stood facing the wall with her hips forward, as a big arc of pee sprayed onto it, running down and pooling on the floor.  I was really desperate at that point but certainly wasn't going to pee like that.  When I told the girls I was going to find a bathroom they pretty much bullied me out of the idea.  I'm used to holding it in my job so that's what I did.

Anyway after that we ended up at the Christmas markets and another bar.  This was open air and it was freezing - not the thing at all you need when desperate for a wee.  We ended up sat in a booth.  I told the girls I really needed to find a toilet.  But they were having none of it.  They told me to wriggle my jeans down under the table and just 'piss on the floor'.   I was horrified at the thought, but then the alternative of wetting myself was equally horrifying.  And very likely at that point.  They were sat either side of me, so with those two options I found myself sitting on the edge of the seat with my jeans pulled down under the table.

At first nothing happened.  Stage fright.   And then finally in the cold air, I felt a trickle of hot wee escape and run across my bum cheek.  Before long the trickle had changed to a steady stream running down the wooden boards to my feet.  As terrifying as it was, it felt amazing.  The first time I'd peed since leaving my house in the morning.

But then, suddenly two of the event security staff were at our table.  It seems Tasha had added to my stream from under her skirt and there was a very visible pool of steaming pee flowing across the floor of the bar.   I was absolutely mortified of course, yanking my jeans up.  I only realised later I'd still been peeing as I did so.  I just wanted the ground to swallow me up.  Jemma and Tasha decided to get all mouthy with the staff which didn't help one bit.  Soon we were being escorted off the site with mentions of CCTV recordings and reporting us to the police.   To make matters worse I realised later that the Christmas 'shopping' the other two had done had actually been shoplifting, with me as their accomplice.

Now Wet Carpet Readers -  I haven't slept a wink last night, I'm terrified of the police knocking on my door.  I'd get sacked from my job if I was given a criminal record, and as for weeing in a public place.  That would just be awful.   Should I be worried?   Is there anything they can do?   Has anyone else found themselves in a similar position,  I just need to know I'm not a criminal.

Thank you - Terrified D.

Dear Wet Carpet. 

To the anonymous lady who wrote the above, I do understand your fears. But when it comes to criminal activities like shoplifting, as with any crime the police need evidence to go to court. Sonce you yourself did not steal anything there is unlikely to be any evidence that will allow them to charge you. Your friends might not be so fortunate, but that will be their problem. And in spite of their stealing, if they are in any way true friends they will support your statement that you were unaware of what they were doing. Since they will not name you publicly without charging you, and since they are highly unlikely to charge you through lack of evidence against you, your employer will never know and your job will be safe.

As for the pissing, there is more uncertainty. If any damage was done or anything was ruined, most establishments would probably prefer financial recompense rather than the hassle and expense of legal proceedings. If your pissings were caught by police via CCTV, they have many more important things to be doing. And only if the establishment concerned can be bothered with cooperating is there any likelihood of  charge. And this is unlikely. 

There are only two possible charges, criminal damage or public indecency. And since by your account it seems you were pissing on outdoor wooden boards and not an indoor carpet or something like that, any actual damage is likely to be minimal to non-existent, making a charge for this unlikely.

That leaves the public indecency thing but if they bother with that at all it is only likely to be a fine and if you agree to pay up without going to court your employer and the wider  public are unlikely to ever know.

Of course there is another possible concern. If security staff caught you they might not have been the only ones to see what you are doing. And in these modern times when everyone has a phone on them to take pics with there is a danger of a pic of you in action appearing on the internet. But you'd be very unlucky if someone who mattered saw it. But do consider making up an excuse to cover such an eventuality just in case. I would suggest saying that you had too much to drink and for a laugh your friends wouldnt let you go to the toilet, not realising how desperate you were. Most people would understand. Because who amongst us have never been caught short when drunk and not peed somewhere unorthodox in an emergency? We have all been there.

So I wouldnt worry too much. Since you have found this magazine and reached out to us, you will no doubt know that many of us have peed in far worse places for fun. It is unfortunate that your first experience of what we call naughty peeing is proving to be the cause of so much angst,. Believe me, most of the time it is just good fun. But I think you will be alright. 

Try not to worry about it, I know that is easier said than done.

Steve

(I like the original concept for this story, Goose. Good one.)

 

Edited December 20, 2023 by steve25805

[steve25805 121,274]

Dear Wet Carpet

I'm a 22 year old guy called Mike and have been dating this gorgeous 21 year old blonde called Keri. We had been to the cinema together and out to meals  and on good days on walks out in the countryside. And of course evenings together in the pub. Up to this point she had always declined my invitation for her to come back to mine, and although I always walked her home, had never been invited in. But I did notice that quite often on the way home from the pub she would express the need for a pee and we'd go into some back lane together . And she she'd just pop a squat right in front of me, apparently enjoying doing it with me watching. And she liked to hold my dick as I peed against the wall. She knew this turned me on because my dick always started to go hard.

Anyway, on a particularly busy Saturday night in the pub we were sat at a table drinking when she had to pee, but there was a queue for the ladies, She said that she couldnt be bothered to wait in line and asked me to lend her my glass. I thought, is she really wanting to piss in my beer glass? Anyway I downed what was left of my lager and handed it to her, whereupon with a grin she pulled her skirt up and hovered over the edge of the seat, holding the glass between her legs. It was immediately apparent that she was wearing no panties. A moment later, her grin broadened as her hot pale, slightly amber, piss started gushing into it. I couldnt believe my luck to be seeing such a thing. By the time she was done the pint glass was almost full. She lifted it back up from under the table and handed it to me, saying that I could have my glass back. As I took it from her, I immediately noticed how warm it was, full of her hot piss. 

And I almost knew what she expected me to do. And she is so sexy and I was already a bit intoxicated so was actually well up for it. So I raised the glass to my lips and drank down nearly a pint of her hot piss all in one as she looked on with an approving grin. That was the first time I had ever drank a girl's piss and it was incredible. She clearly enjoyed it too and joked about how I'd passed the test so was welcome to spend the night at hers. Things were panning out nicely.

She did tell me that her mother - whom she still lives with - always likes to get to know the guys she brings home. So expect her to want to spend some time with us in the living room, getting to know me. It's a mum thing, she said. She also warned me that her mum was a bit of an exhibitionist and I enquired as to what she meant. She just laughed as she told me I'll get to find out if I am lucky and if she likes me. I was wondering if this was a bit weird but was nevertheless intrigued.

Anyway, when we arrived at Keri's place and I for the first time got invited in, I finally met her mum, a woman in her early 40s called Annette. And she looked well good for a woman of her age, pretty much an older version of Keri. Well we were all soon sitting in the living room, Keri and I on the sofa, her mum in an armchair, talking about matter of fact things like family, friends, jobs, hobbies, my interests. And it all seemed pretty normal and we were getting along fine. This was going really well I thought. 

And then suddenly, as she continued chatting matter of factly to me, albeit with the trace of a smirk upon her face, my girlfriend's mum shuffled forward onto the front edge of the armchair cushion, pulling the bottom of her skirt back, and pulling her panties aside, legs apart, her blonde muff ready to fire. I could barely believe my eyes. And then with a sudden hissing sound,  a golden torrent was spraying down onto the carpet. My girlfriend just laughed, reminding me that she did tell me her mum was an exhibitionist and now I could see what she meant. Her mum gleefully explained - still pissing away right there on the floor - that it was just more convenient doing it there, and more fun. And besides, the young men Keri brought home usually enjoyed the show. I couldnt pretend that I didnt. And she clearly enjoyed pissing there in front of me. 

And she peed for ages making a massive wet patch on the carpet on front of the armchair. When she was done she closed her legs, sat back in her chair and flashed a grin at me, saying "I needed that!" And laughed. 

I was dumbstruck.

A moment later, Keri too said she needed a piss, and got up off the sofa and squatted down in the middle of the room. And was herself soon enjoying a long piss right there on the carpet, her mum watching approvingly with a smile. I couldnt believe my eyes, or my luck. The end product was another massive wet patch on the carpet, this time in the middle of the room.

When I needed a piss, things went to another level. Because her mum just said, "Piss on me", and started to undress. Item by item, she removed her clothing as her daughter and I looked on, me astonished and unable to believe this was actually happening, my girlfriend wearing an approving smile like this was both normal and fun. And then her mother was kneeling naked in the middle of the room, just beside her daughter's wet patch. I stood a couple of feet in front of her as she asked me to do, as Keri unfastened my jeans and pulled both them and my underpants down to my ankles. Then she took hold of my dick and aimed it towards her mother.

And after a few seconds of hesitation, I started pissing, Keri directing my dick to spray piss all over Annette's tits, stomach, legs and crotch. Then her mum said, "In my face!". And her daughter aimed my piss at her mother's grinning face. Then she opened her mouth, and Keri was aiming my piss right into it. And she was gulping it down like she couldnt get enough. By the time I was done my dick was hard. Her mother, naked and covered in piss flashed both me and her daughter a big grin. Keri said to me with a chuckle, "I think she likes you".

After that, we carried on chatting as if nothing unusual had happened, which was difficult for me to handle cos my mind was blown. And her mum trying to talk matter of factly about what a knob her ex-husband was as she sat there in her armchair again, still naked and wet with piss, was just too weird for me to be any good at normal conversation.

Well I did spend the night with Keri sharing her bed. And we did have sex and it was great.

When we needed a pee, she had me pee against the wall, holding my dick as I did it, after which she squatted and peed on the carpet right beside the bed. As she was pissing there, her still naked but now dry mum walked in to wish us good night. She noticed her daughter pissing on the carpet immediately, but she just carried on pissing, neither of them in any way reacting like this was anything unusual. In fact, Anette just said something about it being a good idea to pee before bed and just parted her legs and started peeing right there where she stood, on Keri's carpet.

When we woke in the morning I struggled to believe what had happened the night before, but the wet patches on the carpet were proof that I hadnt dreamt it. 

We both needed to pee again and she said that we might as well go to the bathroom together. But once there, as I approached the toilet she just laughed and said that that would be boring, as she squatted down and started pissing on the tiled floor. So I got my dick out and peed on the floor too. We then just left it as she explained that her mum will clear that up later when she does the housework. I asked her about the carpets, and she just nonchalantly responded that they would dry out on their own. It might smell a bit pissy for a little while but it would soon fade, explaining that it was not the first time those carpets had ever been peed on. They just try not to do it too often. But the kitchen and bathroom floors get peed on all the time because its more fun than going to the toilet and easy for mum to clean up

She then told me that her mum obviously liked me and approved of me. She only lets the ones she likes piss on her, and only if she really likes someone would she let them piss in her mouth. So all is good. Anyway, she suggested that we go downstairs because we could smell bacon frying.

So we got dressed and went downstairs where her mum was already cooking breakfast. And the conversation was so matter of fact that it all seemed so incongruous. And thern mum suddenly hoisted her skirt to reveal that she had no panties on this morning, parted her legs slightly, and started pissing right there on the kitchen floor, her golden torrent splashing loudly down.

I do not know if I am the luckiest guy alive, or if I am already dead and in heaven, lol

Mike

 

Edited December 20, 2023 by steve25805

[steve25805 121,274]

Dear Wet Carpet. 

My wife and I are both in our late 30s. Late at night after the kids are in bed we have for some time been in the habit of lying naked in bed, browsing the internet for new erotica and porn to spice up our sex lives. We found a porn video featuring some American woman pissing on a hotel room carpet, which intrigued us. So we did some searches related to carpet pissing porn and found your magazine. We were shall we say interested and decided to buy a month's subscription. 

And then took great pleasure in reading letter after letter, by guys about their wives or girlfriends, or by women themselves, describing ladies pissing all over the place, carpets beds and furniture and all sorts just for fun. There was one beautifully written letter by a young lady who stood pissing on her boyfriend's bedroom carpet, and we both agreed that the brazen naughtiness of that was something of a turn on. My wife had by her own admission never done anything more outrageous than peeing in the shower. But she needed a pee right now, and with a naughty glint in her eye suggested, "Shall I piss on the carpet?"

I was well up for seeing that so just told her to go right ahead. So she climbed out of bed, naked as usual, and strode towards the centre of the room. Then she turned to face me with a big grin on her face, parted her legs, placed her hands on her hips, and laughingly said, "Are you ready for this?"

I said sure. And so seconds later with an audible hiss, her golden pee began spraying out, jetting slightly forward before pattering down on the carpet. She was grinning with obvious delight at what she was doing. I was entranced by this hugely erotic spectacle. I couldnt believe my wife was pissing on the carpet just for fun. Her own gleeful gaze kept alternating between enjoying my reaction and looking down at her own golden piss pattering onto the carpet, where a very large wet patch was already present and growing ever larger. 

When she was finally done, the wet patch in the middle of the carpet was rather large. She dropped her hands down to her side, glancing down at the mess she had made with a grin with  as she stepped away. She got back into bed with me, enthusing upon how much she had enjoyed doing that.

Of course, we had great sex after that.

I hope to see her doing something like that again.

[gldenwetgoose 20,252]

Dear Wet Carpet Magazine,

You may remember I wrote in a few weeks ago - It's D and I was terrified that I was going to get arrested after being thrown out of the Christmas Market when we were caught weeing in the bar.  First of all then I want to say a huge thank you to your members who replied.  I feel a bit silly for worrying so much, and you were right - they've probably got bigger crimes to worry about and nothing happened in the end.

But also I wanted to tell you about a couple of things that have happened since then.  I think you might like to hear about them.

The first thing is the chats I've been having with my brother - I'd used his laptop to send the message, and one evening he asked me if I'd seen anything on his browser. He didn't want to let on why he was asking of course, I knew about him using this site, and obviously I was really embarrassed about what had happened to me.   But to cut a long story short, now he knows exactly what happened I'm totally cool with his 'interest'.  We're both cool and he's been awesome.

In fact, so much so that he invited me out with him and some friends on New Year's Eve.  The best one I've had in years.   We went into the city to a live music bar he knows, there were two couples plus him and me, and another girl.  They were really nice.  We had an amazing time, drinking, dancing and partying.  It seems the single girl Angie has a bit of a thing for my brother too.  I may or may not have done a little bit of match making - in a manner of speaking.  At one point we were in the queue for the ladies.   Angie was just in front of me and clearly pretty desperate judging by the squirming and pee dancing going on.  I said something to her about her being desperate, she confided that she'd been holding for ages.  Apparently she often does, but thought she may have misjudged it this time.

Just at this moment she saw my brother walking into the gents and we laughed with a grimace about how easy it'd be for him, and how she wished she could just stand and point a cock into a urinal.  "He'd definitely let you aim his if you asked him nicely" I laughed.  Then a couple of minutes later when my brother came out I called him over on the way past "Angie's got penis envy" I laughed.  She turned crimson, then admitted "I have right now, I'm about to wee myself if this queue doesn't move".   With a wink I pretended to be sweet and innocent and asked my brother if there happened to be a cubicle free in the gents that Angie could use.  Of course he'll be the perfect gentleman I assured her - and I knew he wasn't going to object in the slightest.   Later in the evening I asked how it went and he whispered a 'thank you' in my ear.  So I think it worked out well for all concerned.

As the night carried on the drinks continued to flow, and before we knew it everyone suddenly piled out of the pub and into the small park opposite for the midnight fireworks.  The cold night air was a shock to the system, not to mention my bladder.  I'd been ready for a wee before but the cold air made it ten times worse.  I looked at Angie, who was also standing cross legged and squirming again.  She confirmed she needed a wee again.  Just at that moment my brother snuck up between us with an arm around us both.  "What are you two up to?" he slurred and with a tipsy giggle I confessed we were both bursting for a wee.  I guess those were magic words as far as my brother was concerned.  He had a point though when he said we couldn't go back in the pub or we'd miss the fireworks.  "I can't just wee here in front of all these people" I argued, and Angie agreed but pointed to a dark area behind a bench with a couple of bushes around it.

So before I knew it, my brother and Angie were standing guard by the bench with their backs to me.   I was squatting with jeans down and having the most amazing wee - in the open air, in the dark with people all about and the New Year fireworks bursting overhead.  It felt amazing in every respect.  I made a New Year's Resolution there and then to do a lot more non-bathroom weeing.  So much of a thrill.

"That's so much better, your turn now" I laughed as I stood up, pulling my thong and jeans back up.   My brother laughed "whose turn?   Angie or me".   With the benefit of the alcohol and feeling somewhat naughty after my outdoor pee I couldn't resist pushing them both in the direction of the bushes and telling them "just go together - you know you both want to".   Neither of them needed to be asked a second time.

I have it on good authority that all of my brother's New Year Wishes came true on that night.  A soulmate with a 'shared interest' I think sums it up pretty well.

 

So, what an amazing New Year - not just for me, but for my brother and Angie too.  Let's hope this year is going to carry on being as much fun as it started with.

Cheers and thanks Wet Carpet Magazine.

[steve25805 121,274]

Dear Wet Carpet.

My name is Michelle, early 30s, and had just discovered that my boyfriend - supposedly away on a business trip - was actually spending time in the south of France with his secretary. And the only business they were engaged in was fucking. I was well pissed off and planning to move out of his expensive house before he returned. I was confiding my woes to my three friends Karen, Emily, and Sandra, when Sandra had the wildest idea for revenge. She always was the outrageous, anything goes, one amongst us. She basically suggested that just before I leave the four of us should spend several hours partying in his house, drinking all his expensive stash of champagne and pissing everywhere. I thought wow, yes, that would really piss him off, "piss" being the operative word. Would be a good laugh too and I secretly knew probably a bit of a turn on. None of them knew I was secretly bisexual and would enjoy seeing them piss all over the place.

When the day came, we all walked into his house, still sober but all of us desperate for a pee, it having been suggested that we all try not to go for hours beforehand so as to be ready to pee as soon as we walked in. We closed the door and headed into the living room, whereupon Sandra suggested it might be more fun if we all got naked, and to make it easier for us to piss against walls and stuff. Well, we all undressed and left out clothes piled up on one of the armchairs. Then she suggested "bedroom first?".

And so the four of us climbed the stairs, naked, and barged into his bedroom, whereupon I got up onto his bed, squatted down in the middle of it and started pissing. And I must admit I enjoyed doing it, not just for the satisfaction of revenge, but because it felt very erotic in a kinky kind of way to just piss anywhere with total abandon. Karen was soon squatting in the middle of the room, pissing away on the plush and expensive carpet with a massive grin on her face. Sandra soon stood facing the wall, legs apart and hips thrust forward, pissing against the wall and clearly ruining the expensive wallpaper. Emily meanwhile had opened the wardrobe and dragged out all his most expensive designer clothes into a heap on the floor, and adopted a semi-squatting position above them, pissing all over those clothes.

We then headed downstairs into his champagne cellar, grabbed a bottle of champagne each and headed into the living room after grabbing a champagne glass each from the kitchen. And we began drinking. 

When we needed a pee again, we decided to do it right there in the living room, Sandra standing and spraying her piss all over the sofa. Emily did a standing piss against the curtains. I just popped a squat and pissed on the plush carpet. Karen stood astride the coffee table, pissing all over it. Quite a lot was soon flowing off the sides to patter down onto the carpet as she carried on pissing away with a grin.

And so it continued, all of us drinking champagne and moving from room to room peeing everywhere. We peed all over the dining room table and on the carpet. Next in the kitchen  Karen peed all over the kitchen floor. I did a standing piss in the fridge after opening the door. Sandra did the same with his cooker. Emily pissed in his kettle.

We pissed all over the place in his spare bedroom next, on the bed, on the carpet, and against the walls. We did actually use the bathroom, albeit not the toilet. Karen put the plug in his sink and sat over it, pissing in it and then leaving it there for him to find. Sandra stood pissing against the wall. Emily just peed all over the floor, whilst I went out onto the landing and pissed down the carpeted stairs. 

By this time we were all pretty drunk on champagne but saw no reason to stop. It was a lot of fun and rather erotic. We peed against every wall, on every floor, over every carpet, all over every item of furniture except the armchair where our clothes were stored, in every cupboard and drawer, on every table. We peed on his bed multiple times and surely ruined the mattress. Did the same to the one in the spare bedroom. The carpet in his living room was so soaked with piss that it squelched underfoot when we walked on it. The souls of our bare feet were constantly wet because everywhere we stood or walked we were stepping in piss. 

In short we totally trashed the place. When we were done, I left a brief note for him to find saying we were over and this is what he gets for cheating on me. I wrote that some friends and I had decided to have a piss party. Sorry he wasnt invited, perhaps he could get his secretary to clear it all up. 

We all laughed drunkenly at that, got dressed and called a taxi, and left.

I never heard from him again. My only regret is my inability to have been a fly on the wall to see his reaction when he discovered what we'd done to his home. Shit happens I guess. Or in the case of his house, piss happens, lol.

Michelle.



 

[steve25805 121,274]

Dear Wet Carpet.

Just a short letter from me.

My wife and I were in a Greek resort hotel on holiday and one night we stumbled back late after a load of heavy drinking. As we hit the hotel she was complaining about how desperate she was for a piss. We were stumbling down the carpeted corridor in search of our room but realised we were on the wrong floor. My wife groaned, saying she couldnt wait any longer and was going to have to piss right there.

So she unfastened then lowered her jeans and panties whilst dropping down into a squat, and, giggling drunkenly, started pissing right there on the carpet. She made an enormous puddle and we were lucky no one came. Just for fun I got my dick out and peed on the carpet too. Then we both left the scene of our crime, laughing drunkenly.

Was a moment to cherish.

[gldenwetgoose 20,252]

Dear Wet Carpet Magazine,

If this was a university thesis I guess it could be titled 'The Power of Pee' or maybe 'Urine Therapy - A Case Study' but I know it'd be far too long to ever get published here, so I'll keep it brief. 

Jessica's the name and therapy is my game.  Well business really, and I'm very proud of it.  My background is psychology and physiotherapy and I set up on my own a few years ago.  I find it gives more flexibility on how I provide my services.

Most of my clients are 'mature', and mostly gentlemen.  In some cases I provide physiotherapy for rehabilitation and recovery after surgery, that kind of thing. And in other cases my approach is more holistic - physical therapy hand in hand with helping them through loneliness or depression for example.  Often I can be the one glimmer of light in their lives, many of my clients see me for that reason alone.  And let's not beat about the bush, sometimes I can offer a therapy and a gentle touch they haven't experienced for many years. (Not always that kind of touch... although it can happen).

As an example, I've been visiting Gerald (not his real name) for a number of months now.  His son lives overseas but contracted me to visit his father who'd been living alone since his wife died and was struggling.  I've been really enjoying my visits, Gerald is lovely, a true gentleman although when I first visited he was terribly withdrawn, in a dark place and obviously terribly lonely.  We settled into a routine of me visiting weekly and giving him a soothing massage treatment.  Shoulders, neck and head, hand massage, feet and legs.  That sort of thing.  And talking of course, but there was always that 'locked in' sense from him. No real interest in living.

A couple of visits ago, I found myself arriving late at his house.  I'd got myself caught short.  You can imagine how it is drinking a cup of tea at everyone's house, it's a constant occupational hazard.  Anyway I arrived and got him ready on his bed.  Gerald seemed to be on a low day, he barely spoke and to make conversation I explained that I'd had to make a bathroom stop.  That confession was like flicking on a lightbulb, albeit a dim light, in Gerald's mind.  I could see his interest, so I told him more details - how I'd barely made it in time to the supermarket down the road, rushing into the ladies toilets and yanking my trousers down.  The relief of releasing all that urine.

Now, I did say working on my own gives flexibility.  In a lot of cases I find that my clients will have preferences I can accommodate.  Sometimes as simple as my hair in a pony-tail and wearing a polo shirt and jodhpur style leggings, in other cases a white blouse, pleated skirt and schoolgirl bunches.  In Gerald's case I suddenly had a feeling how I was going to address his treatment plan...

So on my next weekly visit I made sure I hadn't had a wee before his appointment. I wasn't desperate when I arrived, but I did have a mug of tea filtering into my bladder and making its presence known as the appointment progressed. Not an unpleasant feeling by any means, and one I'm very familiar with.  Around half way through I giggled to Gerald "How good am I to you - I've been bursting for a wee all afternoon, but instead of stopping and being late again, here I am with you".   That was the catalyst to bring Gerald out of his melancholy state. The gentleman that he was he immediately offered that I could use the bathroom, but I elected to wait until I'd finished.   For the next ten minutes I let my squirming be visible, and I knew Gerald was appreciative - both in him opening up and chatting, but in the evidence couldn't be hidden by the towel across his middle.  I could probably have waited until the end of the session, but with slightly exaggerated squirming, a hand squeezed between my legs and puppy dog eyes I told him  "Actually I will use your loo if I may, we don't want any accidents do we".

I made a point of leaving the bathroom door open and leaned forward so my wee gushed noisily into the water.  It did feel pretty amazing to be honest, I hadn't been entirely exaggerating my desperation.   When I returned, it was evident there was nothing wrong with Gerald's hearing. Or his manhood.  I gently stroked his chest and whispered "Would you like me to help you with 'that' and I'll tell you all about how wonderful that wee felt?   Gerald nodded eagerly, and I gently obliged, giving the lovely Gerald something he hadn't experienced for a number of years.

Since then I've had three more of our weekly sessions with Gerald and we've made amazing progress.  He's much brighter and has a real sparkle in his eyes, especially when I'm telling him about my weekly exploits of desperate bladder, near misses and the much needed relief.  For yesterday's session I decided to up my game a little (did I mention I was enjoying this particular approach too).   I made sure I was wearing a skirt and coloured panties, and that I was fairly bursting when I arrived for Gerald's appointment.   I parked outside his house and walked down the path as normal, this time stopping in the shadows behind his hedge.  I squatted, pulled my summer dress up and relaxed - letting my hot pee flood out straight through my panties.   Quite frankly that felt amazing, partly because I really needed that wee, but partly for the sheer naughtiness.

As we got into the day's session I giggled and told Gerald I had a confession to make...   that I'd had an accident in his front garden. That I'd wet myself and my panties.  His reaction was a mixture of sympathy and arousal, turning firmly to arousal when I told him how good and not at all humiliating it had felt.  I asked him if he wanted to see, and lifted my skirt to model the two tone panties for him before taking his hand and placing it on the wet fabric.  I let him stroke me for a minute or two before saying "Now we'd better get back to your treatment hadn't we".   With some deliberate wriggling I took the wet panties off and put them on his radiator before carrying on commando with the rest of his massage.  And of course he enjoyed the session and another release.

I'm not sure how I'm going to top that.  The next few weeks will be a bit lower key, but the main thing is Gerald is a changed man.  His son is delighted and to be honest I've quite enjoyed the naughtiness of it all.

They do say healthcare isn't about treating the symptoms, it's about treating the patient.  I'm not quite sure those were the kind of treats they meant though.

 

[steve25805 121,274]

Dear Wet Carpet

I'm Sue, and this is me and my two friends Christine and Sarah. I am the one on the left, Christine is the blonde in the middle, and Sarah the one on the right....


We are all in our late 30s now, all single after splitting up with assholes of one kind or another. I do think we still look good for our age and hope you agree..

Well we were all having a few drinks at Sarah's house and got onto the subject of past boyfriends and their various sexual foibles. 

That's when Christine blurted out, "What is it with golden showers?". 

"Oh my god yes", I laughed.

Christine continued, "Remember that guy Jake I was dating back at uni?" She paused for a moment for dramatic effect, then said, " He used to like having me pee all over him in the bath."

Sarah and I laughed. "No way!" I said. "You didn't!"

"Yeah I did." Then she leaned towards us and said conspiratorially, " He used to like  having me pee on his face."

Our draws dropped and then we laughed, as Christine giggled before adding, "He used to drink it.!"

Amused, I queried, "Let me get this straight. You're telling us you used to piss in your boyfriend's mouth?"

She nodded with a big grin. "It is kind of empowering, just peeing in some guy's face and watching him drink it." She chuckled, "You should try it some time."

I laughed, "How would that conversation go? Imagine the scene. Ive just hooked up with some guy and took him back to mine and before we head in to the bedroom to start getting it on I ask him to lay down in the bath so I can piss on his face? Not sure how well that would go down."

"Well you never do know," laughed Sarah. "You know Paula from Admin? I heard she likes being peed on by her husband. I wonder which of them brought up that idea."

"Yeah I heard that as well", I laughed.

Then Sarah came out with a revelation of her own. "Remember Dave? " We did. "Well, he used to like watching me pee on his bedroom floor beside his bed." She paused for effect for a moment, then giggled as she clarified, "On the fucking carpet!"

We all laughed at this revelation. I said, "You used to piss on Dave's carpet? Oh my God I cant believe you would do something so totally bad."

She laughingly responded with, "I did it a lot and it wasn't my carpet anyway and he wanted me to do it so why not? It is actually kind of fun, just peeing right there on the floor, brazen as you like. I think it is the very naughtiness of it. "

"Didn't his room stink of piss?" I asked incredulously.

"Yeah I suppose it did a bit", Sarah laughed. "But it wasn't my room and wasn't my carpet so not my problem.  Anyway, his landlord was not best pleased and chucked him out for urinating on the carpet. He had no idea that it was actually his girlfriend doing it."

We all laughed. But the wine was taking good effect and we all pretty much needed to pee and were all about to head upstairs to the bathroom together as on so many earlier girls nights in. When Sarah suddenly suggested, "How about giving the bathroom a miss. Why don't we just go out into the kitchen and pee on the floor?"

"Are you serious?" both Christine and I said in unison.

"Yes, it will be fun, just peeing somewhere random." A brief pause, then a giggle, then, " I've done it before."

"You haven't!" I said, stunned.

"Yeah, I've done it a few times. It is kind of fun just being naughty and it's easy to mop up afterwards."

Christine was almost sold on the idea, "Shall we do it?" she said with an eager grin.

And I found myself agreeing as we all headed out into the kitchen, lowered our panties and hoisted the back of of our dresses and dropped down into a squat over the floor. We waited for Sarah to lead the way and then there were the three of us, giggling and laughing as we all gleefully pissed all over Sarah's kitchen floor. We flooded the place but that wasn't the end of it. Because as we got up to leave the room, I queried whether Sarah was going to mop it up. She just said she would do it in the morning, because we might as well spend the rest of the evening using the kitchen floor as a toilet.

Several more times that evening the three of us all squatted over the floor together, absolutely flooding every inch of it. By the time of our last pee before bed we were fairly drunk which is when Sarah said, "Watch this!" And instead of squatting over the floor climbed up onto the kitchen table and was soon squatting upon it and pissing all over its surface. Her piss was soon cascading off the edge of the table to splash loudly down onto the floor. She laughed in mid-flow, "Not the first time I've ever peed on this table either!" 

We all laughed drunkenly at this revelation.

Was actually surprisingly good fun, just pissing all over the place.

In the morning Christine and I exchanged knowing smirks as we watched Sarah mopping up.

Christine chuckled, "Did we really actually pee all over the floor last night?" 

Sarah said, "We sure did, and it was fun."

We all agreed.

And that was the time we peed all over Sarah's kitchen floor just for the fun of it. 

The fact that we are grown women old enough to know better seems to just make it even naughtier and thus more fun.

Our mothers would be so proud. I don't think, lol.