Wet Carpet magazine

[paul66 163]

very nice storie Alfresco, I´m looking forward this girls doing naughty at college ;)

[steve25805 121,106]

Great "letter", Alfresco. Always good to see your contributions. :thumbsup:

[steve25805 121,106]

Dear Wet Carpet

My name is Anita, though I tend to use the "professional" name of Chantelle. I am an attractive blonde in my 20s with a great figure that takes a lot of effort to keep that way. Chocolate and shit like that must be kept to a minimum. And that's because keeping in shape is important to my earning potential. You see, I have always earned my living as a stripper, and the sexier I look the more I can demand in terms of payment. And I am good at what I do.

I have always found stripping easy money. I tend to be an exhibitionist anyway so I kind of like stripping off in front of cheering guys. Women too sometimes because, being bisexual, I've done the occasional lesbian venue. It's mostly guys who go in for girls stripping off, though. And it's just so much less arduous than working in some office or call centre for a living, and more lucrative.

As you might well guess with a career choice like mine, I tend to be free and easy in sexual matters. I tend to be an anything goes kind of girl. Never say no until I've tried it. And one of the more exotic interests of mine is pissing. Not really into being peed on or anything but I do love pissing on other people. And I do often find it fun in my private life to just piss anywhere and everywhere. There have been times when I've been out drinking and gone into a cubicle in the ladies' to pee, but decided to squat in front of the toilet and piss all over the floor instead. I get a buzz out of doing things like that. Sometimes even at home, when I am in the right mood, I will ignore the toilet and pee in the sink or the shower instead. Or I will pee all over the dirty clothes waiting to be washed, before throwing them into the washing machine.

Probably the most disgusting thing I ever did - if you don't include the ex-boyfriend who used to have me piss on his face, lol - was at this guy's flat. Don't even know his name. We'd been out drinking, and I'd gone back to his for a one night stand. During the night I awoke needing to pee and climbed out of bed in order to go and use his toilet. But I looked at him snoring, and knew that there was no way he was going to wake up. And I had a naughty idea. I squatted beside the bed and - with a lot of hissing and splashing - I fucking peed right there on his bedroom carpet, lol. I left pretty early in the morning before he could spot it. Mean of me I know, but it felt so damned good to just piss on the carpet like that. Besides, something for him to remember me by, lol.

Anyway, with my interests in peeing, I am an active member of two pee forums - Peesearch and WatchGirlsPeeing. And some of the stories of other girls peeing everywhere are just so erotic. Many a time I have gotten myself off whilst reading some of the literary offerings on these forums, especially some of the true accounts from other female members. Only very recently, for example, one highly sexy young lady on WGP - Sophie - wrote an awesomely sexy account of the time she peed on some carpet. Another of my favourite contributions was Sophie's true tale of the time she peed on her kitchen floor. Would love to go out with her sometime. She and I could have some quality time afterwards, squatting in my kitchen, lol. But I think I am digressing into wishful thinking.

I mentioned the pee forums - WatchGirlsPeeing in particular - for a reason. You see, another member of the forum - some guy called Steve25805 - posted something that inspired me. He brought up the subject of strippogram girls who can be hired to strip for money - I do a lot of that myself as well as stripping professionally at larger venues - but then came up with the idea of so-called "pissagram girls" who strip, but who also incorporate peeing into their performances. And I thought - what a great idea! No one else was selling such a service, so I decided to advertise myself as a stripper who'd specialise in peeing as part of the performance, either on or in front of people. I made myself known on WGP as someone who'd offer this service, and bought advertising space on Peesearch and various pee porn sites. And I began to get paying customers, who'd pay much more than I'd get for just stripping. There weren't enough such customers in any one area so I had to be prepared to travel all over the country, but the money I could command from those with the means to pay made it very worthwhile. I have pretty much trebled my earnings since I began offering such services.

Often it is stag night celebrations or other mostly male party gatherings. I tend to be paid to striptease in front of the groom or birthday boy or whoever the celebration is in aid of, before straddling him and pissing on him. Most times he is well aware of what is going to happen and is well up for it, but occasionally the "victim" will be unaware that I've been hired to piss on him until I actually doing it! On such occasions, he'll often get out from under me as quickly as he can amidst the laughter of his mates. I'd just stand there pissing wherever it was - often on the carpet - until I'd finished.

But my favourite customers don't pay me to piss on anyone at all. Instead, I am merely hired to striptease before pissing on the floor somewhere in front of my audience. Some of my favourite customers have found me via WGP and often tend to be fans of girls peeing in naughty places - a major focus of that forum. My last job was particularly good fun, and is what motivated me to write to this magazine. There were these two middle aged couples - two women and two men - all in their late 30s or early 40s - who were interested in naughty pissing, and had met each other on pee forums.

They were all sitting upon the sofa and armchairs in one of the couple's living rooms, whilst I danced erotically in the middle of the room, slowly stripping to the tune of Madonna's Like a Virgin and songs like that - cheesy as fuck, I know. And, as required, when finally naked - by this time Sinnead O'connor's Nothing Compares to You was playing on the stereo - I kind of parted my legs with my hands on my hips and started pissing right there all over their living room carpet. I was slowly swinging my hips to the tune, spraying my piss all over the place. My audience were all grinning and laughing, commenting on how sexy it looked seeing my piss splashing down.

And I was seriously enjoying it too. I could hardly believe my good fortune actually. Here I was naked in front of these two older couples, enjoying a long piss all over their living room carpet right in front of them. And they were PAYING me to do it, lol! And not only that. Afterwards, as I got dressed before collecting my money and leaving, both women pulled down their knickers and hoisted their dresses, before squatting over the floor. Then, amidst much laughter, they both started pissing on the carpet as well!

My life is awesome right now - earning good money for pissing on someone after stripping, or else for just pissing all over the floor or carpet somewhere. I've also been paid to pee on tables and on beds. I don't care. As long as it's not at my place or on my stuff, I'll piss just about anywhere they want to pay me to. Easy money.

Anita

[likesToLick 9,715]

Dear Wet Carpet

My name is Anita, though I tend to use the "professional" name of Chantelle.

Nice work Steve. You have a great imagination, and excellent fantasies.

[steve25805 121,106]

Dear Wet Carpet

My name is Tara and I am a business secretary in my early 40s. And I have been seriously fucked over by my boss. You see, I had long been told that I was next in line to be promoted to head office and a managerial position, with the hefty pay rise to go with it. But more recently, my boss has been trying to get me into bed, suggesting that we embark upon an affair behind my husband's back. But I am not only loyal to my husband, I also wish to retain the respect of my kids. And I am just not particularly attracted to my boss anyway. So I rebuffed all his advances, and he eventually got the message and grew quite cold and distant. Worse, though, was that when the new position I'd long been promised finally came up, some other girl much younger than me - and who'd been an employee for much less time - was given it instead. And rumour has it that the boss was enjoying her sexual favours.

Well, I was so pissed off that I pretty much resigned on the spot, but for contractual reasons and in order to still get my severance pay, I had to work out my notice. But I was seriously pissed off, both with my boss and the strumpet who has shagged herself into my promotion spot! On my last day, I went to the pub around the corner for lunch and had a few drinks, even though drinking during working hours was against company policy. But I just didn't give a fuck about that anymore.

Anyway, turns out that the boss was away that afternoon on business somewhere, so his office was empty. And as the beer went through me and my need to pee grew - and feeling a need for revenge - I ended up sneaking into his office where I strode into the corner, raised my skirt and lowered my knickers as I squatted down. Excited in unexpected ways at what I was about to do - the thought of it was actually turning me on - I savoured the moment, grinning to myself. And then I started pissing right there on his office carpet!

The revenge was sweet. The piss would have dried enough to be invisible by the time he came back, but gradually as the days went by his whole office would start stinking of piss, lol. I found that thought very satisfying. But pissing there was very satisfying in other ways too. Much to my surpise, it was turning me on. The hissing and splashing sound, and the sight of my own golden piss splashing down onto the carpet was kind of naughty and dirty but very erotic. I really enjoyed doing it.

As I snuck out of the office again and fetched myself a coffee, I went back to my desk and played over what I'd done in my mind. Couldn't really be bothered to do much work.

Long before the afternoon was over I needed another piss, and realised that the more disgustingly naughty I was the more fun it would be. So I sneaked into his office again and didn't bother squatting in some corner this time. Instead, I climbed up onto his desk and squatted there, brazen as you like. And pulling my knickers aside I got a huge thrill out of pissing all over his desk, including all over the paperwork he'd neatly stacked there. And I flooded that desk big time, still going strong as my piss started pouring off the edge in several places onto the carpet below. By the time I'd finished, the surface of the desk was covered in my hot fresh piss.

I smiled at the messs I'd made, feeling very turned on now, before leaving the office. I gambled that no one else would go in there and disciover what I'd done, and luckily no one did. We are not allowed in there, actually - another rule I no longer gave a shit about but which everyone else still took seriously.

As the end of my last day approached, I really needed another piss and was thinking of going in there again and peeing in his office drawers. But I actually got lucky. The girl who'd screwed her way into my job actually left her station - which was tucked away around a corner out of sight of the rest of the office - to go to the loo. I needed a piss myself but had no intention at all of going to the loo to do it. Instead, I went to her work station intending to squat and piss on the carpet there. But a far better opportunity for revenge presented itself. She'd left her handbag right there, lol

So a naughty idea immediately flashed into my brain. With a grin upon my face, I opened her handbag whilst pulling my panties aside. Then I held her open handbag up to my muff - and started pissing in it, drenching the contents inside. It was full of hot piss by the time I finished and zipped it up to place it back on her desk. Pee was already leaking out of it onto the desk as I walked away, gathered my belongings, and left that workplace for good. I felt very satisfied revenge-wise but also very horny as I headed home.

Having been awoken to how much fun it could be to just piss anywhere, at home I began surfing the net, seeking out erotic stories about girls peeing in totally wrong places. That's how I found the online version of this magazine.

I am alone at home alone right now and feel the need to pee. And guess what? I'm just going to go and piss all over my own kitchen floor, lol.

Tara

[steve25805 121,106]

Dear Wet Carpet.

I have noticed a trend for longer letters lately, so hope this shorter one gets published.

My name is Jillian and one New Year's I was out drinking with a couple of friends in a busy pub. Usual story, long queues for the ladies, girls peeing outside in public - a common enough snenario that keeps cropping up in such tales. Problem is all three of us have respectable jobs - I am a teacher at the local comprehensive - and if the wrong person sees us peeing outside and takes pics to post online.......well let's just say it could get very uncomfortable in our jobs. So peeing outside was too risky. But we needed to go and couldn't possibly hold it long enough to get to the front of the queue. So we had a problem.

We went in search of somewhere discrete, hoping to find a quiet corner with a plant pot or something. Yeah right, as if! The place was packed. There were no quiet corners. But we found an unlocked door for staff only and peeked in. No one was immediately visible, so we sneaked in hoping to find a staff toilet. We didn't find one, but we did find a small unlocked room that was like a mini office - carpeted floor and a small filing cabinet, plus small desk and chair. We all looked at each other and without saying anything pretty much knew what we were going to do. We lowered our knickers and squatted over the floor - and pissed all over the carpet. I had never done anything so bad before - none of us had - but it was so naughty that we kind of found it funny. And to be honest, I found it a bit of a turn on. I'd never peed on anyone's carpet before, and it felt great. By the time we'd finished there were three massive piss puddles on that carpet, which we grinned at the sight of as we sneaked back out again. And no one spotted us. We got away with it.

Bet they started locking those doors after finding that, though. Lol

Jillian

[steve25805 121,106]

Dear Wet Carpet

I will not reveal my name for reasons that will become obvious. You see, I am a serving female police officer, and what I and another female colleague did could get us sacked if it was proven.

Both of us, along with two male colleagues, had busted in some guy's door to arrest him. He was a real scrote and a nasty piece of work, always in trouble with the law, and we pretty much despised him. Anyway, we found him naked in bed, so my two male colleagues stood guard in his room while he dressed, whilst my female colleague and I went downstairs and waited in his living room. I commented that I needed a pee as soon as we got back to the station, and joked about it being a pity we couldn't just piss on this twat's carpet. Just to show our contempt.

But my colleague suggested I actually do it behind his sofa. It wouldn't be so obvious there and likely wouldn't be found immediately. By the time it was they'd never pin it on us even if they suspected us. And yes, she said if I did it, she would too. Would be a laugh. So - I can't believe we did this - we both got behind his sofa, lowered our police issue trousers and our knickers and squatted down. And then we both started pissing right there all over the carpet, giggling as quietly as possible, the hissing sound of our piss, and the sound of it splashing down seemingly loud in that quiet room.

We then got up - leaving two large puddles - pulled our trousers back up and got out from behind the sofa. We looked at each other and burst out laughing for a short while - high fiving each other.

We got away with it too. Never heard anymore about it. And it had been a good laugh. But I kind of got a buzz out of it too. It actually turned me on to piss on someone's carpet. A new revelation to me which led me to seek out this kind of erotica online. Which is how I found this great magazine.

Anonymous

[steve25805 121,106]

Dear Wet Carpet

My name is Julia, and I have a very naughty confession. I have just turned 40 but have had an interest in peeing in weird places for a long time. Nothing too difficult to clean up. For many years all I really did - when alone in the house - was ignore the toilet when I needed to pee and squat in the shower cubicle instead. Or else I'd just go out into our backyard and pee on the ground out there.

More recently, though, I'd been getting a little more perverse.

The first time this happened I was heading towards the shower cubicle as per normal, when upon entering the bathroom the naughtiest idea occurred to me as I looked at the tiled floor. And the very idea of it was turning me on. And so - almost unable to believe I was actually going to do this at the time but grinning with pleasure I am sure - I just squatted there over the floor. And then I just let loose, pissing all over that tiled bathroom floor, the hiss and splash of my relief filling the room. And it was just so much fun. I got a real kick out of just pissing on the floor like that.

Well that was the first time. Since then - when alone - I have often peed on the bathroom floor. And the kitchen floor too! There really is something quite delightfully dirty about just pissing all over the place in the kitchen! I've peed in the kitchen and bathroom sinks too, and have a couple of times hovered over the toilet with the lid still closed and peed there anyway. Both those times I flooded the lid and the bathroom floor all around the toilet.

When I thought about it, I could barely believe what a dirty cow I was becoming, nor how much fun it was.

Well - and here is the main motivation for writing this letter. You see, it turns out I am not the only one.

My stepdaughter by my husband's first marriage is an attractive yet buxom young 18 year old blonde called Jenny. I am brunette, by the way. Anyway, I'd always got the feeling that she slightly resented me, but was adult enough to try and hide it. Well, a couple of days ago I was heading towards her room to talk to her about something or other and she clearly never heard me coming. For some reason I didn't knock but just walked straight on in - and was stunned by what I saw.

Because there was Jenny - naked from the waste down and squatting beside her bed, gleefully pissing all over her bedroom carpet! I was shocked of course but also a little aroused - which surprised me a little when I thought about it later because I have never really had a thing for girls. Jenny herself was mortified, and so shocked at being discovered in mid-flow that it took several seconds before she thought to stop herself peeing. Her look of glee had turned to one of horror.

She stood up as we both looked in silence at each other, her with a look of absolute horror tinged with shame, me I am sure wearing an expression of stunned surprise. Then the full implications hit me. My stepdaughter was another dirty cow who loved pissing all over the place as well - and she was even doing it on the carpet which I'd never dared do. And that seemed so pervertedly sexy to me right then.

I smiled, then chuckled, which confused her at first. Then I attempted to reassure her. "It's ok Jenny. I know peeing can be fun. In fact, I'll let you into a little secret...." And I told her about all the times I'd peed on the kitchen and bathroom floors, and in the sinks.

Her look of shock disappeared to be replaced by an expression that expressed both doubt and surprise. I don't think she was fully able to believe me. Well, I did actually need a pee myself as luck would have it, so I said something like, "I do actually need a pee myself. I've never been so naughty as to pee on someone's carpet before, though, but I'd love to do it." I pointed to the floor. "Would you mind if I just peed here?"

Looking stunned, she managed to mumble, "Uh....yeah....sure."

And - a part of me incredulous that this was actually happening - I was soon stepping out of my own jeans and knickers and squatting in the middle of Jenny's bedroom. And then I did a long and highly pleasurable pee all over her bedroom carpet. It felt fucking fantastic, and if Jenny hadn't been there I think I would have brought myself off there and then. Dealt with that later, lol. Jenny was now grinning at me pissing there, her astonishment giving way to pleasure.

Towards the end of my pee, I urged her to finish off her own piss, which she did, squatting beside her bed again and spraying the carpet there.

Well that was the ice well and truly broken, and Jenny was soon telling me about her other exploits, which also included peeing all over the kitchen and bathroom floors and in the sinks. But she'd also enjoyed pissing all over clothes before throwing them in the washing machine - never thought of that one. She also told me she once sneaked into a bedroom and secretly peed on someone's bed at a party, lol.

We agreed that her father would never know about any of this. It was to be our secret.

And yesterday we did something even more outrageous, which was actually her idea. We both took our clothes off before getting up naked onto the large dining room table. We then squatted upon it, grinning and giggling at our naughtiness as we peed all over that table. Our pee flooded the surface and was soon pouring off the edge in several places to patter loudly onto the carpet below. But we just carried right on pissing anyway. It was brilliant fun.

Hope you enjoyed reading that as much as we enjoyed doing it, lol

Julia

[Alfresco 10,989]

Steve, you are providing some excellent stories recently. Thanks.

[Alfresco 10,989]

Dear Wet Carpet Magazine,

I see that some of you liked my previous letter, so I thought I'd update you on some of the events that followed. The day after we had enjoyed our naughty pee in the shed was Friday (yes, I know you worked that out yourself - Friday usually follows Thursday!!) Anyway, you know what students like to do on a Friday night - go and get suitably drunk in the town! We cycled down to college on Friday as normal and decided at the end of the day that we wouldn't waste time going home, but went straight from our last lecture at 5pm to student union for a couple of drinks before going into town. Of course, after those drinks, we wanted a bit of food, so we agreed on going for a pizza before hitting the pubs. My bladder was starting to ache a bit and I was starting to consider the opportunities that we might have to pee in naughty places over the evening and I had no doubt that we'd end up peeing outside at some point in the evening, but at this stage I was still being Miss Sensible and I told Vicky that I needed to call in the Ladies on the way out. Vicky's response was a little surprising when she said "Naa, no point in wasting a good peeing opportunity - Why don't you fill your glass under the table?" "Seriously?" I replied. "Just watch!" she responded. With that, she drained the last of her pint of cider and slipped the glass under the table. I saw her move forward a bit and then I heard a definite hiss followed by a sound of increasing pitch as the glass filled up. Then, Vicky's hand re-appeared with the glass and she placed it on the table with a beaming grin. The glass was about 7/8 full and looked just like a pint of weak lager. "Your turn" she announced, so I took a furtive look around, saw nobody was looking and sneaked my own glass under my skirt between my legs. I shuffled forward to the front of the seat and used my other hand to pull my knickers to the side. It took a about 30 seconds for me to relax enough, but then a short spurt erupted into the glass and I stopped as quickly as I started being shocked by what I was doing. I finally relaxed a bit more and managed to pee a slow trickle into the glass. I could feel the glass getting warm as the liquid level rose, then with two last spurts, I was done. I brought the glass out and found it was 3/4 full. Not quite as much as Vicky, but a reasonable amount. I snapped my knickers back in place and they immediately felt damp from the stray drops. I commented on this to Vicky and asked whether she liked the wetness but she announced that she didn't have that problem because she avoided wearing knickers and any drops that she had simply soaked into the seat.

We went for pizza, leaving the glasses on the table. I wondered whether anyone might take advantage of the free drinks that we had left and have a bit of a surprise when they tasted them. Hopefully it might be someone that enjoyed it! We had to wait 15 minutes for our pizza and took advantage to drink a bottle of water each to keep us hydrated. After the pizza, we decided to go on a bit of a pub crawl to find out about the pubs in the area, drinking half a pint in each pub and then moving on. After 3 pubs, we were desperate for the loo and decided we'd go for a naughty outdoor pee. We found a public phone box on the corner of a street and we took turns to go inside to pee. I went first and squatted down to water the concrete floor. The pee started to run out under the sides of the box and across the pavement. Vicky wasn't worried and she went inside, but she leant against the side of the box, pulled her skirt up at the front and sprayed her pee across the phone box, where it hit the opposite side and rand down the glass pane to meet my puddle on the floor.

Another 2 pubs later and we again needed to pee. This time, we selected the pedestrian entrance of a multi-storey car park and went up to the first landing. I peed in the corner squatting down so the pee formed a small lake on the landing. Vicky was, as ever, the greater exhibitionist and she stood at the top of the stairs, leaned back slightly lifted her skirt and spreading her lips with one hand, she sprayed a torrent out onto the staircase where it splattered down on the fourth step and started to run over the edge and form a waterfall down several stairs.

Our final pub of the night was packed - standing room only and a large queue for the ladies. We decided to throw caution to the wind and whilst drinking from our glasses, stood facing each other in amongst other people, we both kicked off our shoes and stood with our legs close together. We simultaneously released our bladders slowly and carefully, allowing our pee to run down our legs and soak into the carpet. It was quite dimly lit and people were that close together that nobody suspected anything. We slipped our shoes back on and made our exit.

We decided we couldn't be bothered to walk home, so we took the night bus. We took a seat near the back. Being a night bus, it stopped everywhere and took a long route, so took forever. We were still 15 minutes from home when we were absolutely bursting to pee, so we debated what to do. Of course, you know the answer. We both lifted up our skirts and simply peed into the upholstered seat. It felt lovely and warm and wet. My knickers were soaked, but it didn't matter.

I must go now, but will write again soon,

Love,

Jemma xx

[steve25805 121,106]

Awesomely hot contribution, Alfresco.

I'd love to spend an evening out on the town with those two girls. I'd happily buy all their drinks just to be there, lol.

[Alfresco 10,989]

Awesomely hot contribution, Alfresco.

I'd love to spend an evening out on the town with those two girls. I'd happily buy all their drinks just to be there, lol.

Thanks Steve and yes, I'd also be happy to buy them drinks all night shame I don't know where to find them!

[wetwulf 3,183]

I would love to hear more about Julia and Jenny.

[wetwulf 3,183]

Dear Wet Carpet,

Darla again. Last time I wrote about my interesting and very exciting trip to the house of an online friend, Alissa, and how I peed in the limo she sent to pick me up. The story only gets hotter from there. It may shock some of you, so if you're not into the heavy stuff, you may want to move on to the next letter.

When we arrived, Markham, the chauffeur, opened my door and smiled. Behind him, I could see an impressive house with three floors and a wide porch with columns. There was music coming from the house, or from the back of the house, I wasn't sure.

"Is there a party?" I asked.

"Yes ma'am. Miss Alissa felt it would make you more comfortable." I felt my face redden as I continued to wonder what my hostess had in mind for me that she would throw a party. Markham helped me out of the car and I smiled as I felt a few stray drops of pee trickle down my legs. If Markham noticed, he didn't show it, and I didn't care anyway. He escorted me to the house and opened one of the large wooden doors as the music grew louder. "Just step that way, ma'am," he said as he gestured to a hallway to the left.

As I walked to the hallway, I was greeted by a very attractive blonde guy who smiled and looked me up and down. I smiled back and tried to walk by him, but he blocked my way. "Clothes off if you want to go any further."

"I'm sorry?" I asked. I wasn't sure if I was flattered or offended. "You want me to--."

"Not me," he said. "Miss Alissa. If you want to join the party, you're a little overdressed. Trust me." My face reddened again. Then, the door at the end of the hallway opened and I could just barely see a group of people moving around and it was obvious they were all completely naked. I thought I heard a few moans, as well. As the door opened completely, a curvy but fit brunette, wearing nothing but a sly smirk, stepped down the hall.

"You must be Darla," she said. I couldn't speak. She was stunning, this woman of at least 35. I stared longer than I meant to. I may have mumbled something, but it was incoherent. "It's okay," she said. "I understand if you're nervous. If this is all too much for you, Markham can take you back home, or if you'd like I have a room available for you. We can talk more in the morning."

"No!" I said, "I don't want to leave. I just..." I stood there, Miss Alissa and the blonde guy staring at me. "Oh, what the hell," I said. First, I reached under my skirt and slid my soaking panties down my legs. As I did this, I watched a slight tent form in the crotch of the blonde's jeans. Then, I tugged my skirt down and let it drop to the floor. I unbuttoned my blouse and easily unsnapped my bra until I was standing perfectly naked in front of two strangers.

Miss Alissa smiled as she looked me up and down. "Mmm," she said. "You...are going to love it here. Let's join the party, shall we?"

As soon as she opened the door, I gasped. It was a large room that looked made to be a party room. A bar, a dance floor, booths and tables. And, of course, everyone was naked. But that's not really what made me gasp. To our left was a couple shamelessly having sex right where everyone could see them, the girl a petite redhead riding slowly and sensuously on top of a muscular dark-haired guy. I watched enraptured as the girl lifted her pelvis, sighed and a shiny trickle of pee fell from between her legs and soaked his lap.

"This," Miss Alissa said, "is where all your fantasies come true. Look." She pointed to a table of girls talking and enjoying drinks. One of them scooted back in her seat, opened her legs, and peed a strong stream that soaked into the cushion under her. The other girls smiled as a second girl just sighed and peed right as she was, letting it splash her legs and the floor. "And there." She pointed to another couple who were groping each other heavily, the girl with her back against the wall and the guy kissing her breasts and rubbing her vagina with his palm. I watched as the girl whined and a steady stream of pee fell from her pussy and soaked through the guy's fingers. He also groaned and a strong stream of piss shot up and splashed against the girls tummy and dripped down to her crotch. He pressed forward and soon his penis was buried deep into her.

"Are you okay?" Alissa asked. I wasn't sure. My heart was beating so fast I could hear it, even over the music. "This is the place for you to let go," she said. "No one will judge you here because we all share the same fetish. Do you understand?" I took my eyes away from the scenes around me and looked straight at Alissa.

"I do," I said. And as soon as I said this, I sighed as a warm stream of pee sprayed out of me and trickled down my legs. I felt its warmth as it sprayed my inner thighs and flowed all the way down to my toes. I continued to look at Alissa, who watched me with that sexy smirk.

"Can I touch you?" she asked.

"Please," I said, still peeing, still relishing the warm dribbles down my legs. She came to me and placed her hand gently between my legs, catching splashes of pee in her palm and then rubbing my slit with her hand. I felt her slip a finger inside to touch my clit as she also kissed my neck, my shoulder blade, my breast.

"I need to pee, too," she whispered. "Can I pee with you?" I could only nod my answer. She scooted closer to me until I could feel her hand trapped between my vagina and her leg. I could feel her vagina rubbing against my leg, as well. I knew what she planned to do, and I moaned to show her I welcomed it, desired it. She sighed and right away I felt a warm flow down my leg as she peed softly at first and then a steady stream. She pressed closer and rubbed harder. As her moans grew to pants, I was done. I felt my knees buckle, but somehow she held me there.

"Oh my god!" I screamed. "I'm gonna come! Oh!" I felt a squirt of pee come out of me again and soak her hand as she rubbed more furiously, our bodies writhing together, pee splashing from us and soaking the floor at our feet. I let her ride my leg hard, feeling her wet vagina slip all over my bare leg as her pee seemed to go on forever.

"Oh, oh yes!" Alissa cried. "Ohhh!" she threw her head back as we both climaxed, gasping and eventually sinking slowly to the wet floor.

"That was amazing," I said.

"I guess that means you'll be staying?"

More later.

[Alfresco 10,989]

Wetwulf, that was a superb account and a party that I'd certainly love to be at!

[wetwulf 3,183]

Dear Wet Carpet Magazine,

I am new to your site, and one of my friends suggested I write to you after she discovered that we shared a love of wetting.

I have been a wetter since I was a kid. My parents were very free-spirited and accepting of anything that comes naturally to the body. They were what you would call hippies who wanted to live freely off the land. We lived in a small cabin just big enough for the three of us. I was an only child because my mother had health problems and wasn't able to have anymore children. This gave me free reign of our small farm, and I played with and tended to the few animals we had: some chickens and ducks for eggs, a few goats for milk, and a horse because my mother loved horses.

Since we were pretty far from civilization, my parents were pretty open about their bathroom habits because we were in the woods. When we were outside, my dad would go off to pee behind a tree or turn away and go on some bushes. My mom would just take her panties down and squat right where she was, spraying the dirt with her pee. They always told me if I had to go, I could just pee right there. And of course, I did. One afternoon, while my mom was working in the garden, she stood up and closed her eyes. I wondered what she was doing until I could see a clear trickle running down her legs and to the ground. She seemed to really be enjoying it and some of it sprayed the front of her skirt. When she finished, she opened her eyes and smiled at me. Another time, my mom was out riding our horse. I waited for her to come in, and after she hopped down from the horse, she said, "All that bouncing around made me have to pee." I thought she would take her pants down and squat right there. Instead, she just said, "I'm just gonna go in my pants," and a dark spot appeared between her legs and grew quickly around her crotch and down her pants legs. Again, those closed eyes and that smile.

I sometimes mimicked my mom when I had to pee, going through my panties a few times and wetting my pants. Once I reached young adulthood, though, I started wetting myself more and more. And as an adult, when I first really discovered masturbation, I found that I could combine the warm feelings of wetting myself with the erotic pleasure of rubbing my vagina.

I was still living at home when I walked outside to see if the horse needed fed. My parents had gone on a trip with some friends and left me alone to take care of the animals. It was summer, so I didn't have to worry about school. Standing there on our wide front porch, it really hit me that I was far away from anyone, alone in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by forest, without even my parents around to disturb me. The thought didn't scare me. It turned me on.

As I stood there, contemplating my solitude, I felt the need to pee. Not urgent, but a reminder that I had been holding it for a little while. I was wearing a thin, yellow summer dress with spaghetti straps. Remembering my mother all those years ago, I closed my eyes and let go. The warmth between my legs was exquisite, and I immediately opened my mouth to gasp. My warm pee tickled my clitoris as it filled the gusset of my panties and sprayed against the insides of my thighs. It flowed delicately down my legs, some of it dripping quietly to the porch and other drops caressing my feet. I sighed and reached a hand down to feel the steady flow that soaked my panties. I pulled my panties aside and my pee continued to spray, soaking my fingers as I plunged them deep inside my vagina and caressed my clitoris gently with my thumb.

My climax came fast and strong. I screamed, knowing no one could hear me except the animals. My knees buckled until I dropped into a low squat, still trickling pee through my sun dress, moaning and sighing as the last drops came and my orgasm faded.

Since my sun dress was soaking wet and I was all alone, I pulled it over my head. Then I removed my drenched panties and unsnapped my bra, dropping all of my clothes into a wet pile on the porch. I stood naked, feeling the warm sun on my skin. Now I know why nudists love being naked all the time. It felt so free and comforting, like I was being bathed in warm sunlight.

For the rest of the day, as I walked around the house outside (still naked), if I felt the need to pee I just stood right where I was and let it go down my legs, enjoying the delicate warmth between my legs and the soft trickles that passed down to my feet. Inside the house, I would move to a tile floor and pee there, smiling at the loud sound of my pee drumming against the floor. At dinner, I was sitting in the kitchen, eating a salad made of greens and carrots from our garden, when I had to pee again. I put my fork down, scooted back in the chair, closed my eyes, and sighed. A strong jet of warm pee sprayed out of me and splashed against the chair. It pooled there until it couldn't hold anymore and finally dripped to the kitchen floor. I kept my eyes closed until I was finished, feeling every warm drop dribbling between my legs. Then, I just picked my fork up and went back to my salad.

That night was my favorite, though, and it started the habit I still have to day. I was snuggled in my bed (still naked), reading a book, when I had to pee again. I had never wet my bed before, and as far as I knew neither had my parents (or so I thought). I thought about getting up to pee in the hallway where the floor was tile, but my bed was cozy and the book really good. I thought that if I wet the bed I would need to change my bedding and do laundry. I would also have to flip my mattress and hope my parents never found out. My body almost decided for me as a wave of pressure made me sit up and seriously think about running to the hallway where I had left a few puddles that day. I set the book down and squirmed, thinking about my options. Another wave came and this time I didn't stop it. I felt a soft trickle at first as my nerves wouldn't let me go completely. "Oh, I can't believe I'm gonna wet my bed," I said, again knowing no one could hear me. "Oh, here it comes." I sat back in the bed and relaxed as a steady flow of pee trickled out of me and then grew to a messy hissing spray that I could hear and feel. From under the covers, I could hear it splashing out of me and soaking into my sheets and mattress. The warmth as it pooled at my crotch and soaked under me was unlike any erotic pleasure I had ever felt. I cried out again. "Oh my god, that feels so good. Mmm. It's so warm. Ohhhh." I reached my hand under the covers and touched my clitoris, not caring about the growing puddle of pee that soaked my hands as I continued to pee. It only took a few short strokes and I was screaming again, bucking my hips and splashing in my own warm pee. It was a much more intense and lengthy climax, and I finally sunk into my soaked bed, relieved and exhausted, the last bit of my pee seeping between my slit to my butt.

Figuring the damage was done and knowing no one would be home for a few days, I closed my eyes and was soon falling asleep in my soaking wet bed.

Thank you for the chance to share this story. Maybe next time I'll tell you how my friend and I found out we both liked to wet ourselves.

Shayna

[Alfresco 10,989]

Another superb letter, Wetwulf.

[whiskey35 294]

Dear Wet Carpet Magazine,

My name is Jane and I’ve been a long time lurker on here reading all the excellent stories, but haven’t had anything to send in as its been years since I done any naughty peeing. Many years ago as a student, I’d often nip into an alley or doorway for a sneaky pee, on the way home from the bars and clubs, that was until recently…

I hadn’t seen an old friend Julie for a while so we arranged a catch up with a day at the shops. As she lived on the way I picked her up and made our way to the town centre about 20 minutes away and parked in a multi storey car park which was connected to one of the big malls.

We had a great day with lots of gossip, a bit of shopping and a few stops for coffee and lunch along the way. I also drank a few bottles of water and soft drinks along the way as I’m sure Julie did as well but I can’t remember stopping to use the toilet. We were having such a good time that we actually stayed longer than intended and it was getting close to rush hour when we decided to head home.

We’d just left the mall into the cooler air of the car park when I realised two things, first I’d forgotten to pay for the parking which you had to do at one of the machines inside the mall and more importantly I felt the first signs of needing the loo. “Damn, I forgot to pay the parking, I’ll need to nip back in to the machine” I said to Julie. “Don’t worry about it” she replied “give me the bags and I’ll head back to the car, where are we parked?” “We’re right down at the back and round the corner in a small bay,” I replied before going back in.

I did think of nipping to the loo, but they where on another floor and it was quite busy so decided to hold on. Making my way back to the car I thought I could hear running water as I rounded the corner to the alcove where we were parked, but as I got closer also heard the distinctive hiss and splash of someone having a piss. Walking to the passenger side of the car I spotted Julie with her jeans and knickers around her knees pissing away for all she was worth, blasting a gushing pee onto the concrete, in the space between the cat and the wall. “Julie what are you doing?” I asked stupidly. “I was absolutely bursting,” she replied almost apologetically as her pee tapered off. A quick wipe later and Julie stood up slowly pulling up her red lacy knickers and then her jeans.

“I’m sorry if I embarrassed you Jane, but I didn’t think I’d last the journey home.” “Don’t be silly, I just wasn’t expecting to find you pissing in the middle of the car park” I replied before we both burst out laughing. “Stop it or you’ll have me pissing myself” I quickly followed up with as my bladder sent an urgent signal that it wanted emptying. “Well why don’t you go here as well, there’s nobody about and the relief is great” Julie taunted. “It’s been years since I peed outside, I don’t think I could. “ “Off course you can, it’ll soon come back to you.”

With that I had a quick look round and we were the only ones in this part of the car park so no one would disturb me, but where could I go as Julie’s pee had completely soaked the space between the car and the wall and was running out from under the car. Another glance and I decided I was going for it and made my way between my car and one parked beside it to the back corner on the driver’s side. “Keep a look out,” I said to Julie, “I don’t want someone coming round the corner on me!”

Nervously I hitched up my skirt and pulled my black silky thong down to my knees and then dropped into a squat. At first nothing happened as the butterflies in my tummy were holding things back, but then a few drops of pee started coming out of my pussy. Very quickly the floodgates opened and a jet of piss shout out from between my lips, forming a frothy puddle in front of me, hissing nicely as it went. I soon relaxed into it and was starting to enjoy the sensation of peeing in the open again. The thrill was broken when I heard “You needed that more than I did,” from a giggling Julie. I was still going strong after about a minute when things started slowing down and with a couple of spurts I was done. Julie reached me a tissue and after a few wipes I eased my knickers up and smoothed my skirt down. “I know I shouldn’t but I actually enjoyed that” I replied as I came out between the cars.

The sound of another car coming down from another level quickly brought us back to the real world and we quickly loaded up the car before pulling out of the bay leaving behind two huge puddles of pee behind. On the way home we had a good laugh about our naughty pees and as I left Julie off, mentioned we should arrange a night out sometime to do it again.:wink:

Jane

[steve25805 121,106]

Nice story, Whiskey35, and very believable.

Would love to hear more from Julie and Jane.

[steve25805 121,106]

Dear Wet Carpet

My name is Rebecca, and I am an attractive blonde lesbian in my mid-20s. Recently, I've hit it off with this older girl, Samantha, who is a red head in her early 30s. Last night we went back to her old flat for the first time - so old in fact that it had no central heating so each room was heated individually via electric heaters, which fact has a relevance I will come to, because it was a very cold evening. We drank champagne in her bedroom and generally had a laugh, and soon enough ended up naked and fooling around on her bed.

Eventually of course, we needed to pee but the rest of the flat - bathroom included - was freezing. Samantha mentioned the need to pee first. "I need a piss but it's so fucking cold out there. But that's why I keep a bowl under the bed." She grinned. "We can piss in that, and I'll empty it in the morning."

But as she reached under the bed, moving her arms around, she was clearly failing to find it. "Shit! I must have left it in the bathroom!"

She grinned at me. "Well, it's too fucking cold to go out there. I'll just have to piss on the floor."

I laughed, " What, on the carpet?"

She smiled at me, "Yeah, why not? It's only a cheap carpet and I've done it before anyway! Besides, it's kind of fun just pissing anywhere."

By now she had strode over to the corner of her bedroom and was facing me as she lowered herself into a squat.

Then she grinned at me. "Here goes...."

And her floodgates opened. A loud hiss filled the room as her yellow piss pattered down onto the carpet, creating an ever-growing puddle. "I needed that", she laughed in mid-flow.

I couldn't believe she was actually doing this but it was so sexy. By the time she'd finished, the puddle in the corner was massive.

I chuckled, "I can't believe you just did that."

"Well, it was just easier. And more fun, haha. "

Of course, I needed to pee too, so she just told me to pee on the floor as well. So I got off the bed and lowered myself into a squat right beside it.

She laughed, "Oh, you're going to just piss right there beside my bed, eh? Nice touch!"

And then I was pissing right there on her bedroom carpet, and it was such a turn on being so outrageous. I had never peed on anyone's carpet before. I think the fact that it was so dirty and wrong helped make it so much fun. The hissing sound of my piss - which barely registered normally - suddenly sounded so sexy, as well as the sound of it pattering down onto the carpet. The splashing grew louder as the carpet grew sodden. I looked down to see my own golden piss landing on the carpet, creating another massive puddle.

Samantha chuckled, "Whoever sleeps on that side of the bed will probably end up stepping in that in the morning."

Once I'd finished, we both got onto the bed again and had sex, myself experiencing the best orgasm I'd had for years. Then we crashed out.

And Samantha was right. I did indeed end up stepping in my own piss in the morning, lol.

Rebecca

[steve25805 121,106]

Dear Wet Carpet

It has been some time now since I last wrote to this magazine, though I remain a fan and enjoy reading the confessions of others. Regular readers might remember my first letter. I am Lindsay, and wrote about the time I walked in on my then 18 year old daughter - Maeby - as she sat naked on the edge of the bed, peeing on her bedroom carpet. Although angry at first, I ended up stripping naked and joining her in having a wee all over the floor.

I wrote a follow up letter or two in which I described how comfortable we both became with such things, walking in on each other peeing wherever we liked and thinking nothing of it and suchlike.

Well, over a year has passed and Maeby is now 19, but still living at home. And my husband - and her father - remain as oblivious to the ladies in his home peeing all over the place as he ever was. We are always careful to clean up afterwards. Have had to replace the carpet in Maeby's room, though. It got peed on a little too often. Not sure how long the new one will last though - as soon as it was fitted, one of the first things we did was christen it by squatting and pissing on it together. Some real mother and daugher bonding, lol.

Another time, when my husband and her father was away for a while, we shared a couple of bottles of wine and decided to pee on the carpet behind the living room sofa. There we were, squatting together and pissing on the living room carpet just for fun. Later that evening - tipsy after all the wine - we took all our clothes off and placed them in a heap in the middle of the living room: then we stood over them, pissing all over them together. It was great fun and no problem. Very little seeped through onto the carpet, and I just threw the piss-soaked clothes into the washing machine afterwards.

Another time I came home, and heard Maeby's voice call from the dining room, "Mum, is that you?" Her father was not expected home anytime soon.

"Yeah, it's me", I replied. "And what are you doing in the dining room?" We normally only go in there to eat meals and it was nowhere near meal time, so I did wonder. I should have known, though....

Maeby giggled, "I'm just having a wee."

So of course I walked in. And there she was - her discarded clothes in a heap in the corner of the room - squatting naked upon the large dining room table and pissing on it! Already, the golden-tinged puddle was rather large, with some already trickling off the edge of the table in one spot onto the plush carpet beneath. Maeby noticed my attention drawn to that. She grinned. "Don't worry, mum. I'll clean the carpet before dad gets home." And she just carried on peeing there right in front of me while I watched.

I laughed and said, "Well, I could do with a pee myself, and since you're going to clean that peed on carpet anyway, I may as well just piss on it myself!" And with that I lifted the front of the business skirt I was wearing and pulled my white panties aside. Then with my legs parted slightly I started having a standing piss all over that plush carpet. I made a massive puddle as well, swaying my hips to deliberately spray as wide an area as possible.

As Maeby's own pee dwindled to a halt, she looked at me peeing everywhere, and rolled her eyes in mock exasperation. "Mum, I think you'll have to help me clean up."

"Yes, I suppose I'd better", I laughed as I continued spraying my piss all over the carpet.

Earlier this afternoon - which prompted me to finally write this letter - I was sitting alone in the living room drinking coffee and realised that I needed to pee. But I felt like being naughty. No way was I going to do anything boring like pee in the toilet. In fact, I wasn't even going to leave the living room. Grinning to myself, I decided instead to take all my clothes off as I thought about how naughty I was going to be. I smiled as I fixed my attention upon the coffee table in front of the sofa, and decided what I was going to do. I walked over to that table and stood astride it - and then I heard the front door opening!

I knew that my husband wasn't due home, but it is always a nervous moment until I know who it is. If my husband caught me standing astride the living room coffee table with no clothes on....well let's just say it would take some explaining. So I called out, "Maeby, is that you?"

"Yes mum."

"Well, that's a relief", I laughed. "I was about to start weeing and didn't want your father walking in."

"Oh, cool", and with that Maeby walked in, grinning broadly at the sight of me standing naked astride the coffee table.

Then I started pissing, the loud hiss of my relief mingling with the sound of it splashing down upon the glass table surface. Very quickly, the expanding yellow puddle reached the edge of the table and was soon flowing off it's edge in several places onto the living room carpet. I just carried on peeing until I'd finished.

Maeby was impressed. "Wow, that looked like awesomely great fun."

"Yes, it was rather enjoyable", I laughed as I looked at the mess I'd made.

Maeby grinned, "I need to go as well. And I'm going to pee somewhere really bad."

I raised my eyebrow quizzically.

"I'm going to go upstairs and wee on my bed!"

Giggling, she started heading for the stairs.

"Oh, I've got to see this", I said, as I followed her up the stairs and into her bedroom. There, I watched as she quickly removed her clothes, got up onto her bed, and squatted naked in the middle of it. Moments later, her grin broadened as a loud hissing sound signalled the start of her torrent, her pee splashing down onto the bedcover and sheets. A large puddle quickly formed as the cover and sheets grew very wet.

Maeby laughed, "I've never peed on my bed before. This is awesome."

"It does look rather good fun", I agreed. "But you're peeing loads! Your mattress must be getting soaked! You've got to sleep there later!"

She chuckled, "I know. But this is so much fun. I'll worry about drying it out later."

Eventually she finished - her bed soaked - and smirked in my direction. "I enjoyed that! And it makes a change from just weeing on the carpet like I usually do!"

We both found that funny.

Anyway, right now as I write this I really want to pee on my own bed. But I daren't because I have to share it with my husband. Maeby is in her room right now, though. So I think I might end this letter now, walk in on her in her bedroom, and have a wee right there on her carpet right in front of her. Wouldn't be the first time, lol.

Lindsay

[steve25805 121,106]

Dear Wet Carpet

I am a 28 year old blonde girl with a great figure, and guys always seem to find me sexy. I work as an escort, charging good money to well off clients. Some of them have their weird fetishes which I can charge more for. One of my favourites is watersports. Guys into that will pay a lot just to get peed on. It's just easy money really. I've had quite a few clients who have wanted me to pee on them, and others who have paid for me to let them pee on me. A couple of times, their wives were part of the deal. They peed on me too, which I didn't mind. I got paid a lot for it and am not really bothered about being peed on by other women anyway. If it's the right woman it's even kind of fun.

I do occasionally read this magazine - I regard it as good for business to keep informed about all sorts of fetishes and kinks. When still at school I myself went through a brief phase when it seemed like good fun to pee on floors and carpets - until my mother caught me and the shit hit the fan. Of course, I grew out of that. And I find it amusing today to read in this magazine accounts of grown women pissing all over the place for fun. I suppose - when I am in the right mood - reading about this stuff is a bit of a turn on as well, though.

Anyway, I was hired the other night for the weirdest one yet, and I immediately thought afterwards of this magazine. So here is my first letter.

You see, I was one of three escorts hired by this middle aged guy and his wife. They lived in a large secluded house with top notch furniture, luxurious beds, plush carpets, and that sort of thing. All three of us were supplied with endless bottles of fine champagne, and encouraged to drink as much as we liked and have a laugh about what we were doing. You see, the couple who hired us had this joint fantasy about girls drinking and having fun, getting naked, and pissing all over their home for a laugh. And satisfying this fantasy was what we were all being paid and signed up for.

It was fun too actually, all three of us laughing as we just peed anywhere. I was the first to do it, semi-squatting in the middle of the living room as I peed on the plush carpet in front of the others. And although a part of me felt it a bit odd to be doing this as a fully grown woman, it was also quite a good laugh and quite good fun actually. And I also realised that it was turning me on to piss on someone's carpet in front of an audience. The fact that it was so wrong and not something that adult women generally go around doing is actually what made it so sexy, I think. I definitely got a buzz out of it. And it wasn't my carpet anyway, so I just let go and had fun with it all night.

The other escorts joined in with apparent enthusiasm too. The next one to pee squatted upon an armchair, and pissed all over it. The third member of our trio stood facing the wall and pissed against that, laughing as her pee flowed down it onto the carpet below.

And so it continued, all three of us drinking finest champagne and growing ever more tipsy. We all must have peed at least another half dozen times each before we left. And by the end we really had peed just about everywhere. The dining room table got peed on, likewise the carpet. The kitchen floor was covered in piss. One time, in the bathroom I just ignored the toilet and squatted and peed on the floor right in front of it. Another escort decided she was actually going to use the toilet and stood over it - without lifting the lid! Amidst much laughter, she then just peed there anyway, most of which obviously ended up on the floor.

There were several bedrooms with double beds, and every one of those beds got peed on, as did some of the carpets. Walls got peed against, clothes drawers full of clothes were peed in. One girl even opened the fridge door in the kitchen, and stood there pissing in it for a laugh!

The couple who were paying us to piss all around their house like this mostly just enjoyed watching us with broad grins. They really didn't seem to mind us pissing on their carpets and stuff. And it was very liberating to just be naked and free to piss absolutely anywhere. I've never experienced that before. It was actually good fun once I really let go.

A couple of times the wife did hold her husband's dick as he peed - once against the wall in the hallway and another time on one of the beds upstairs. She too peed a couple of times. Once by squatting upon the kitchen counter and pissing there. The other time, she squatted upon their obviously expensive sofa and pissed all over it!

There was no sex involved at all - though they probably fucked each other's brains out after we left. It was just a case of all three hired escorts spending an evening getting drunk on fine champagne and pissing everywhere! And it really was great fun being such a dirty cow as well, lol.

Easy money!

Nicole

[wetwulf 3,183]

Well done, Steve. Rebecca's story is another hot addition. I love it when girls need to go and just do it right where they are. And I'm glad you decided to continue the story of Lindsay and Maeby. Thanks for posting.

[wetwulf 3,183]

Dear Wet Carpet Magazine,

I am such a lucky girl. Thanks to my mom, Lindsay, I am now Internet famous. All of Wet Carpet knows me as Maeby, and as you know my mom and I have been wetting in very naughty places since she caught me pissing on my bedroom carpet a little over a year ago. Since then, as she told you in a letter before, we’ve kept our wettings a secret from my dad by being really careful when and where we pee and always cleaning up our mess after we’re done. Recently, though, I’ve started something that I don’t want to stop and I’m not sure I could do it without my dad finding out unless my mom helps me out. And it’s not something where I can keep cleaning up the mess every time it happens because if I have anything to say about it, it will happen a lot.

The last thing my mom and I discovered was how amazing and naughty it felt to piss all over my bed. With a big grin, I squatted over my bed and just let it go, soaking my blankets, sheets and mattress. Mom was a little bit shocked, worried that I wouldn’t be able to clean it up. Luckily, though, as soon as I was done I jumped up, got some towels from the bathroom, and did my best to sop up my pee. Most of it got on my blankets, but there were a few spots that soaked through the sheets and to the mattress.

“I’m so sorry, Mom,” I said as she shook her head later. She was smiling, though, and I knew she wasn’t angry.

Later that night, my dad had to work late and I was in bed, watching a movie. I felt a slight urge to pee, but I ignored it and kept watching. I probably could have easily got up and peed on my floor again, but my bed is really comfortable. I sat there, thinking about my options. I reached an arm out to the area where I had soaked my bed earlier and realized it was still a little damp.

“Mom,” I yelled, “could you come here?” I waited to hear her footsteps and then she finally opened my bedroom door.

“What is it, sweetie?” she asked.

“I really want to try something, but I didn’t want to do it without telling you or asking you.”

“Honey, you’re an adult. You can make decisions without me. But what is it?”

“I really want to pee in my bed again.” She laughed and shook her head.

“Well, if you want, but you’ll have to clean it up.”

“That’s what I wanted to ask you. This might not be the last time I want to do this. Do you think you could get me something to keep from ruining the mattress?” She smiled again, the same kind of smile I saw when she first caught me peeing, once she got over the shock, anyway.

“I suppose I can buy you a mattress protector. But for now…” She left my room and at first I wasn’t sure what she was doing. Then, she returned with a small stack of thick towels and tossed them to me.

“Thank you so much, Mom.” I took a few of the towels and slid them under my bottom. She watched me, seeming a little confused, until I realized she was expecting me to squat over my bed like I did before. “I’m just gonna lay here and do it,” I said. “My bed is so comfortable, I just don’t want to get up.” I sighed and let go. Right away, my pee sprayed out of me, soaking through my panties and warming my bottom and legs. I could feel it soaking into the towels. “Ohh, that feels good,” I said. “Thank you, Mom. This feels amazing.”

She laughed. “You’re making me wish I could try it,” she said.

“You should,” I said. “It’s incredible. Ohhh.” My pee was finally becoming a trickle that tickled my crotch and I closed my eyes to relish every drop.

“Maybe someday,” she said. “But for now…” I opened my eyes just as she lifted her dress and squatted over my bedroom carpet right at the foot of my bed. I laughed and she laughed as she pulled her panties aside and started to pee full force, soaking the carpet and making a big stain. She sighed and her flow increased so much I could hear it hissing from her and splashing onto the floor. I tossed her a towel and when she finished she dropped it onto the floor over the stain.

“I’ll get you that mattress protector,” she said, as she stood up.

“Hey Mom?” I said. She turned to me. “You could buy two. We have a guest bedroom, remember?”

She smiled.

Maeby

[steve25805 121,106]

Dear Wet Carpet

Julia writing in to you again - the middle-aged lady with a thing about peeing. The one who walked in on my stepdaughter Jenny as she peed on her bedroom floor, and ended up peeing there myself.

I have enjoyed reading the recent letters from Lindsay and Maeby in particular, and was in fact inspired by them in one sense. With Jenny's father working late, I decided to invite Jenny out to the pub for a few drinks, where we discussed our mutual peeing interests. I introduced her to this magazine, and gave her my tablet so she could read the online version. And she was impressed.

"Wow, Julia, some of these letters are awesome."

"Yes I know", I giggled - and showed her mine.

Her eyes widened as she read my account of the time I caught her pissing on her carpet before pissing on it myself. "You wrote about us?"

"Yes, don't worry. First names only and nothing that identifies us. No one will ever know it is us."

She smiled, "I suppose not."

I then pointed out the letters from Lindsay and Maeby. Jenny read them with obvious interest, then chuckled as she looked at me. "Kind of reminds me of us, doesn't it?"

We both laughed.

We continued reading and discussing extracts from the magazine - as well as confession letters there were fictional stories, and pics of readers pissing in naughty places themselves - including one daring young woman who allowed her face to be shown as she squatted peeing on a carpet in front of a sofa. We had to be careful not to let anyone else in the pub see any of this, so we were sat at a table in the corner, getting up occasionally to buy fresh drinks.

We became slightly tipsy and inevitably ended up needing to pee. We headed off to the ladies' toilets together. Jenny chuckled, "After reading all that, just going to the toilet like good girls is disappointingly boring, isn't it?"

"Yes I know. But I think we can make it a little less boring than just sitting on the loo like normal people." I laughed.

There was no one else in the ladies' as we entered. I led us both into one of the cubicles together - and put the lid down on the toilet. "We won't be needing that". I said as I nodded in the direction of the toilet.

"I think we should ignore that toilet and just piss on the floor!"

Jenny was well up for it of course. And we were soon both squatting with our skirts lifted and knickers pulled down to our knees, and pissing all over the cubicle floor. And the hissing and splashing sounds of our relief were very loud in that room.

We were still going strong - with a massive yellow puddle already on the floor and some of our pee already trickling out under the door - when two other women came into the ladies'. Jenny and I grinned naughtily at each other and kept on peeing anyway, certain that they must be able to hear us. And indeed, we soon heard one of them say something like, "Some dirty bitch is pissing on the floor in there!" Apparently, they didn't realise there were two us. But they laughed, thinking it rather funny. I guess we were fortunate. They might have kicked off.

I heard one of them say, "That reminds me of the time we peed on the floor in those pub toilets that time because all the cubicles were in use."

They both laughed at that, as they each entered a cubicle to pee.

Much to our surprise, as Jenny and I at last finished flooding the floor, we heard the sound of pee splashing on the floor from another cubicle. And a female voice giggled, "I'm pissing on the floor too!"

"Mel, you dirty bitch", her friend laughed.

"Yeah I know. But I don't care."

There was more laughter.

We waited until they left before we ourselves left the ladies' and decided it was time to go home.

And before my husband and her dad got home, we decided it would be fun to piss on her bedroom carpet together, lol.

Julia.