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Just read the letter from Beverly about the time she and her girlfriend peed everywhere in their bed and breakfast room. Awesomely naughty. And yeah I guess that morally speaking it is real bad behaviour. But I enjoyed it anyway, because it reminded me of something my husband and I did.

We are both high-flying business people in our mid 40s, so well into middle age. And so we should maybe be old enough to know better.

But we were both away from home on some business trip together last year, staying in a luxury hotel. On our last night we'd had a few to drink and - uncharacteristically - had shared a couple of joints with others before retiring to our room in a childishly giggly mood. And for some reason - God only knows how this notion came about, and in spite of all en suite facilities only being feet away - we decided it would be entertaining to move the wardrobe and pee on the carpet underneath. So hubby moved the wardrobe after which I moved in and popped a squat, and peed right there on the plush carpet for a giggle. When as I was done, I was pretty soon aiming his dick for him with my right hand, grinning at the sight of his piss splashing down onto the carpet as well. Afterwards we covered it with the wardrobe again and fell about laughing.

We left next day and never heard anything more about it. I guess they must have found it eventually.....the room would have been smelling quite pissy within a few days I would have thought....but I suppose they'd have had several guests by then and thus had no certain idea as to who might have done it. Lucky us, lol.

Anyway, to think that there I was - a respectable 46 year old woman at the time - deliberately peeing on a hotel room carpet for fun. Haha, the very thought of it kind of gives me a buzz.

I actually admitted that to my husband a few weeks back and....well...one thing led to another. At his suggestion I ended up popping a naked squat in the corner of our bedroom, enjoying a deliberate pee right there on the expensive carpet, lol. So naughty!

 

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Dear Wet Carpet

My name is Laura. I am a 42 year old woman, also known as "Michelle"s mum". Lol

So, Michelle dearest, when you read this you'll know that you don't have to "tell mum about this magazine", lol. I've been a subscriber for years! I enjoyed reading your letter though. I understand how it must have seemed a bit weird but it was all harmless fun.

That was the first time in many years that I'd gotten to hold a hunky young guy's pissing dick. Thanks again for letting me do that, Michelle.

He's not the only person I've had pee in my bedroom lately though. I know this couple in their late 40s whom I met on a fetish site. I only choose times when I know my daughter isn't home, but I invite them around and get to watch  as they both pee on my bedroom carpet. So yeah, I've had other women piss on my carpet too. Kitchen floor too, sometimes, for that matter.

I can imagine Michelle thinking "Too much information" as she reads this. But I've had a lot of pissy fun over the years that she doesn't have a clue about. I will spare her blushes - for now at least, lol. Well, almost!

Let's just say that when you have spent an entire evening at some guy's house, drinking beer and pissing all over his bed numerous times, knowing that when you go home he is going to sleep in it - which I have done - then you know you've found true pissing adoration, lol. After all, what better compliment than to have a guy who wants to spend the night sleeping in your piss?

I bet that grosses Michelle out, lol

Laura

 

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Dear Wet Carpet

I am a 24 year old blonde girl called Chantal. My best friend, Crissy, is also 24 and but raven-haired. We grew up together, living in the same street as kids, going to the same nursery as toddlers and attending the same schools. We went to uni together, sitting much the same courses and now working in the same building as secretaries for the same company. We have been virtually lifelong friends and think alike in most things, including when it comes to sexual stuff. We are virtual soulmates. We are also both exhibitionists and don't really care who sees us doing anything - in fact having an audience even gives us a buzz. And we don't care what anyone thinks about anything we are into. For that reason, rather than waste words describing how sexy we are - and, without meaning to sound big-headed, we do look pretty good - I am going to do something just a little different and post pics of us, and hope this magazine publishes them.

Anyway, this is me, Chantal.......

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And this is Crissy......

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I hope you'll agree that we both look pretty hot.

Naturally, since I am writing to this magazine, one of our shared pleasures is peeing. We just love peeing all over the place and kinky shit like that. Have done from an early age actually. We grew up occasionally peeing together on each other's bedroom carpets, just for the sheer fun of it really. Though we didn't actually do that too often in case our mums ever found out. Fortunately they didn't. As we got older and became very interested in boys we often hung out together with boyfriends so that they kind of got two for the price of one, lol. And we loved letting them watch us pee, which pretty much all of them seemed to like. Sometimes we'd be real kinky little bitches with it. Like this time when my mum was out and we let this boy watch us both peeing on my kitchen floor, lol. Seeing him simultaneously astonished and highly aroused at the same time was just so funny.

Of course, that's the kind of shit that quickly spreads around the playground but we didn't actually care. We kind of revelled in being the centre of such gossip. The ones who thought we were disgusting bitches pretty much avoided us, which suited us just fine because we thought they were boring, lol.

Of course, as adults we continued to have our fun. We rented a house together and still live in it now. And yeah we sometimes invite guys back and if they are up for that kind of thing, we'll let them watch us pee on the bathroom or kitchens floors and such. But we have grown kind of house proud and have the landlord's quarterly checks to worry about so we actually avoid peeing on our own carpets now, much as we'd love to. Hard surfaces are just way more easy to clean - tiled floors, or the big glass dining room table. Yeah we've both peed on that table together quite a few times.

When on nights out drinking, we'd do shit like deliberately pee in the streets where everyone could see us, or ignore the toilets in nightclub cubicles and deliberately pee on the floor instead just for a laugh. Oh, and when we thought we could get away with it we've peed on pub carpets under tables a few times. That is such a rush with people all around but no one ever seems to have seen us - except the occasional guy whom we'd picked up who was invited to watch, lol.

And yeah, on the internet we frequent pee fetish forums and watch pee porn of various kinds. One time we even took turns taking pics of each other peeing on this rug that we'd bought especially and placed in the middle of my bedroom. Then we posted them on an amateur file-hosting website, lol.

Of course, we've tried the whole golden shower thing too, getting peed on by guys and  peeing on guys ourselves. One guy wanted me to piss on his face and he was drinking it, the dirty bastard! That was funny. Weird, but funny! Whatever floats your boat I suppose. And one time these blokes wanted Crissy and me to pee on each other. That was kind of interesting.

But whilst it can sometimes feel nice just to stand over someone and pee, or see and feel hot golden piss spraying out of a semi-erect dick and splashing onto my skin, it is a mood of the moment thing. By far the main interest of both of us is what they call "naughty peeing". Pissing all over the place just for fun is just so fucking enjoyable.  Grown women should not be going around pissing all over the carpets, beds and furniture just for fun of course. It is just so totally wrong. But that's what makes it so much fun, haha.

We have always wanted to meet someone willing to let us pee wherever the fuck we like, so that we don't have to be inhibited by worries about landlords or anything, or having to clean up.

The fact that - finally - this has actually happened is the main reason I am writing this letter.

The other week we met this guy in a nightclub and..... well.... I will spare you the long run up. Let's just say we got talking, the fact that he was a pee freak into watching girls pee everywhere came out, and as we all got rather the worse for wear due to alcohol, he ended up inviting us back to his flat with carte blanche to pee wherever the fuck we liked!

We grabbed some cans on the way so we could carry on drinking, and he even supplied us with a small amount of amphetamines which we'd never touched before. This had the effect of keeping us awake all night, diminishing the  debilitating effects of the alcohol and heightening our arousal. And we pretty much then had a whole lot of fun pissing all over the place all night.

When we first walked in, entering his living room we were all dying for a pee. The guy - his name was Jay, short for Jason, and he was in his late 20s - suggested it would be more fun pissing if we all got naked. So we were soon all nude, clothes piled up in several heaps near the corner. Crissy asked where he wanted her to pee. Jay simply grinned and said, "Anywhere you like! I'm not bothered!"

Definitely our kind of guy, lol.

Crissy said with a wide grin, "Yeah? Alright then, I'm just gonna go here." And she lowered herself down into a kind of semi-squatting stance, hands on her knees, right there in the middle of the living room. 

Then she laughed, "Sure it's ok? Cos I gotta go!"

Jay just told her to go right ahead.

Which she did, a gleeful grin on her face as her piss started spraying down onto the carpet. And it looked sexy as fuck, actually.

I laughingly joked, "Crissy, ya dirty bitch! Pissing on some guy's carpet."

She grinned as her pee continued to cascade down, creating an ever larger puddle slowly soaking into the soft material. "He said I could do it anywhere I liked. So I decided to just do it here!" We all laughed at that.

"Besides, this is just so much fun."

By the time she was done - a massive puddle in the middle of the room soaking into the carpet - I knew I pretty much had to pee as well.

I chuckled, "You think you're a dirty bitch? I can beat that. Watch this!"

And I stood facing Jay's sofa, legs parted and pulling my labia aside with my fingers. Then I just peed, slowly gyrating my hips from one side to the other, deliberately pissing over as much of the sofa as possible.

Crissy laughed, "Oh my god, Chantal. You're ruining the sofa".

"Yeah I know. But who cares? It's fun. And Jay doesn't seem bothered."

And indeed, he was obviously enjoying the show, unable to believe his luck I think in seeing two such good-looking girls as ourselves just peeing all over the place for fun like this.

When I was done Jay himself strode towards one of the living room walls, it soon becoming apparent that he intended to piss against it. Crissy said, "Hang on a minute, Jay. Let me give you a hand with that....."

And she strode over to him, taking his dick into her hand.

Within moments she was aiming his member all around as he started peeing, gleefully having him piss over as much of the wall as possible. His piss flowed down over the wallpaper onto the carpet at it's base. I stood on the other side of him with my hands on my hips, enjoying the sight of his pissing dick and his piss splashing against the wall. It looked fucking awesome.

When we were done we all laughed at the mess we'd made....and cracked open some more cans to carry on drinking, lol.

We asked Jay if he was worried about his landlord finding out. His place was surely going to end up too fucked up to clean up and was likely to start smelling a bit pissy.  His response was interesting. He said he didn't have a landlord, only a landlady in her late 40s with whom he had a thing going. He said that one of her "things" was to stand astride him in the middle of the llving room and piss all over him.

"What seriously?" I asked.

"Yes. And as I'm sure you can figure out, most of her piss ends up on the carpet too! One time when she was here and I needed to pee...I was already naked and covered in her piss at the time....she asked if she could watch" So I took hold of my dick and aimed it into the middle of the living room and asked her if she was sure she wanted to watch. She just nodded, so I did it. And she just grinned as I stood here pissing on the carpet right in front of her!. So I don't think she will be too bothered."

Crissy chuckled, "Wow, really? Wish she was our landlady."

Jay said, "One time she knocked on my door and asked with a grin if it was ok for her to come in and pee on my bed! I thought what the fuck! But I agreed. So she got up on my bed, lowered her trousers and knickers and popped a squat. And did a long hissy piss right there, fucking soaking the sheets and mattress. Then she thanked me with a smirk and just left again. Had to sleep on the sofa for a while after that until I was able to get the matrress dry."

I laughed, "Oh my god, I've never met her but I lover her already."

Pretty soon we were in his bedroom, frolicking naked on the bed together - presumably the same one his landlady had peed on, lol. But we made sure we kept drinking.

And after a short while the need to pee arose again.

Crissy got off the bed and strode over to the corner of the room where she squatted down. Then she peed right there on Jay's bedroom carpet, creating another massive puddle.

I got up and stood facing the nearest wall with my legs apart and hips thrust forward. I chuckled, "Who said only guys piss against walls" , as I started spraying his wall with my piss. Pretty much fucked up the wallpaper and left another massive piss puddle on the carpet at it's base, lol.

Jay then stood in the middle of the room, me holding his dick and aiming it all around as he peed all over the carpet himself. Crissy stood watching with a massive grin, "Hmmm, that looks real nice." Suddenly she reached out with her hand, placing into Jay's powerful jet, relishing the feel of hot piss splashing through her fingers. "Feels real nice too", she laughed. Then, "Chantal, get him to piss on my ass", as she turned around with her back to us and bent over. I then aimed Jay's dick so that his piss was splashing against Crissy's ass cheeks, and flowing down the crease between them. She wiggled her ass as Jay's hot piss sprayed against it. "Oh wow, that feels really good."

And the whole night pretty much continued like this, the three of us drinking and pissing, our pissings interspersed with chats and viewings of pee porn on the internet to heighten the mood still further.

At one point we found this amateur vid where this naked middle aged blonde woman was standing and pissing all over the carpet in a hotel room, whilst her friend could be heard off camera laughing like fuck and saying shit like, "Oh my god! I can't believe you're doing that!"

I remember making some joke about how maybe we should spend a wet weekend in a cheap hotel sometime, because it looks like fun.

Next time we peed, the kitchen got the treatment.

Mike stood there with Crissy holding his dick and aiming it all around as he peed all over the kitchen floor tiles. Flooded the floor, lol.

I got up onto his kitchen table and crouched down. And peed, quickly creating a very large puddle which spread towards the table's front edge. I was still going strong when it started flowing over the edge to splash down loudly upon the tiled floor.

Suddenly, Crissy placed her hands underneath me so that I found myself pissing all over them. But I didn't mind at all. Just added to the fun, lol.

When Crissy decided to pee she said something about wanting to be the dirtiest bitch ever. And I think she pulled it off! Because she strode over to the fridge, opened the door wide and stood in front of it with her legs apart and hips thrust forwards. I could barely believe it. I mean, even by our standards this was totally outrageous. She looked at Jay with a massive grin. "Shall I?"

Jay just told her to go right ahead.

So she did!

Amidst much laughter she was standing there, pissing in his fridge, drenching the various bits of food and drink inside. She joked in mid-flow, "Have fun with that lot next time you get the munchies!" Seemed really funny at the time.

And so it went on until finally we began to feel tired and eventually left. But several more pissings took place in numerous locations in the meantime. The bathroom floor got pissed all over. I used the toilet - in a manner of speaking - by standing astride it and pissing without bothering to lift the closed lid. Most of my piss ended up on the floor, of course, none of it in the toilet. I just did that for a laugh. And all around the flat, carpets and floors got peed on again, walls pissed against. I thought it was funny to piss in a drawer in his bedroom, all over a load of T-shirts he had in there.  Kitchen cupboards got pissed in and all sorts, lol. We just got totally carried away.

And fuck knows where Jay was going to sleep. I mean, I'd peed all over his sofa as soon as we'd arrived. And before we were done, both Crissy and I had popped a squat together on his bed and pissed on it, lol. Well, if the landlady can do it, why not us? Haha.

All good things must come to an end eventually, but by then Jay's flat was in a fucking horrendous state, piss everywhere.

I don't think I've ever had such fun with naughty peeing before. It was fucking awesome.

I just had to share it with you guys.

Chantal.

 

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Dear Wet Carpet

My friend and I kind of stumbled upon the online version of this magazine recently and exercised the option of a month's free subscription. I know I am going to continue and set up a debit.

I am a 42 year old shop manager called Amanda, whilst my friend Cindy is a 40 year old school secretary. She is married with kids. My only kid is now 19 and has left home. I'm divorced, but I got to keep the house.

Anyway, we were both at my place having a few glasses of wine after returning from the cinema where we'd watched that latest 50 Shades film. We were talking about the BDSM theme that seemed to be so popular in these films, and joked about how we'd regard some guy like that in real life as a bit of a perv. Cindy laughed, "Yeah but if he's a rich perv like that guy in the film, I guess many of us girls ouldl go along with anything!"

"Yeah", I said. "If some rich dude wants to spend a fortune on me, he can spank me as hard as he likes if that's his thing"

We both laughed at that.

Then Cindy said something about there being much weirder stuff people could be into, which somehow resulted in us trawling the internet looking for all kinds of weird stuff so we could marvel and laugh at it.

We found grown men into pretending to be babies, men and women into pretending to be animals, S&M so hardcore that it made 50 Shades look like the teletubbies in comparison, and women shitting on tables and all sorts. And yeah, we found all the watersports stuff too, Cindy laughingly said something like, "Well, if some rich guy wants to treat me to a life of luxury, if pissing is his thing, here I am, baby! Just don't aim for the face."

I laughed, "He might want YOU to aim for HIS face!"

"For access to his billions? Yeah I could do that, hahaha."

It was in this frame of mind that we found your magazine, and for a laugh I exercised the option of a month's free subscription. And it was a great laugh really, reading all those confessions from women who'd peed on this or that carpet and such. And even seeing pics sent in by readers showing girls pissing all over the place. We joked about how it would actually be a laugh just to piss on someone's carpet, and even that it would be a real kinky buzz just to be a dirty bitch and piss anywhere.

Well the wine eventually did it's job, and Cindy needed to pee - I did too by then - just as we were joking about peeing on carpets. She joked, "Maybe I should just pee right here on the carpet."

And yeah I suppose on some level this was turning me on because I actually told her to go right ahead!

Her eyes widened, "Seriously? You want to let me to piss on your carpet?" She seemed to find the notion highly amusing.

I said, "Yeah, why not? Fuck the carpet! Just do it!. It'll be a laugh."

"You sure?"

"Yeah! I'm gonna do it! Watch this!"

And with that I got up off my sofa and strode a few feet into the middle of the room, before unfastening my jeans, and lowering them to my knees as I crouched down. Cindy laughed uproariously at the sight of me squatting in the middle of my living room, jeans around my knees, bare ass in full few. Her laughter intensified when I actually started pissing.....

"Oh my god, Amanda! I can't believe you're actually pissing on the carpet!"

"Yeah, it's just a lot more fucking convenient really, don't you think? Hahaha. Anyway, you might as well join me now. Carpet's already being pissed on!"

And so Cindy popped a squat a few feet away from me, her own jeans around her knees, as she too started pissing on my carpet.

I must admit that when our laughter subsided, the sound of our hissy pissing and the sound of it splashing down was awesome. It was actually a bit of a turn on. We peed fucking loads as well, making two enormous puddles.

As we got up we looked at the mess we'd made, then at each other. And burst out laughing.

We agreed that I'd write to this magazine about it - which I have now finally gotten around to.

That carpet took some cleaning afterwards, I can tell you. But pissing on it was great fun at the time. As other letter writers have said, there is actually something quite erotic about just being a dirty bitch and peeing wherever the fuck you want with total abandon. Might be the sort of thing kids would do, but we are both mature adult women aged 42 and 40! So I guess two of of us deliberately pissing on the living room carpet for the sheer fun of it is fucking outrageous really. But it is the fact that it is so fucked up and wrong that makes it so much fun, I think.

In fact, as soon as I finish this letter, I'm going to go upstairs, walk right past the bathroom into my bedroom, and pee in the corner on the carpet!  And then I'm just going to leave it there! Lol

Amanda

 

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Dear Wet Carpet

My name is Sandrine, and I am a 28 year old French girl, but currently live in Holland with my Dutch boyfriend. We have a highly erotic sex life, and are both into pissing. He subscribes to this magazine but I am writing this letter - at his suggestion - because I was raised by an English mother as well as a French father, so am totally fluent in English as well.

I love the confessions from ladies pissing all over their carpets and furniture. Awesome. Would love to spend time with some of them at their places and joining in the fun, lol. And yes, I am bisexual as you have probably already figured out.

But we don't like to ruin our own carpets - not sure how some of the letter writers here cope with the mess. But we have some great private pics and vids in our personal collection featuring myself pissing on hotel beds and carpets and shit like that. Alcohol was often involved, lol.

I am also something of an exhibitionist. There was one time at this wild, anything goes, party in Germany where some other girl dared me to just piss on this table in front of everybody. So I did, haha. I got such a rush out of doing that. And carried on pissing even as it started pouring off one edge onto the carpet. Everyone just thought that was funny.

Another time at some three day rock festival in Belgium, I peed in someone's tent just for a laugh.

I've also peed on floors and carpets in pubs and things like that.

Well, the other day we were watching this sex show at a fetish club in Amsterdam. Fetish was a major theme, with bondage and whippings, but then two of the female performers squatted on the front edge of the stage and started pissing into the audience, lol. The guys and girls near the front getting peed on just laughed.

Immediately afterwards, they invited anyone from the audience to come and pee on stage. My boyfriend dared me to do it. And I did kind of need to go. So amidst a cacophony of cheers I strode up onto the stage. And lowered my jeans and panties as I popped a squat.

And then I did a massively long pee all over the stage in front of the entire audience. It was exhilarating. Got a real kick out of being watched by so many people as I did that. There was a huge pool of piss in the middle of the stage by the time I was done. And my little display went down a storm with the audience, haha.

I felt horny as fuck after that, the consequences of which my boyfriend got to fully appreciate back at our hotel room later. I doubt whether the hotel staff would have been quite so appreciative though - not when they discovered all the soaking wet patches where I'd peed on their carpet for fun, lol. Or the wet pissy bed my boyfriend had me pee on just before we left, hahaha.

I love being a bad girl!

Sandrine

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Dear Wet Carpet Magazine,

 I’m Carol and like Linda in a previous issue, I’m not averse to having a sneaky pee when out and about.

The other day I’d been shopping and hadn’t intended to have an impromptu pee, but then that is often the case. I was making my way back to the car which was parked in the car park next to the mall. It was connected by a link corridor at the first two levels to the main stairs and lifts. I’d come out of a shop on the first floor and didn’t bother with the lift as I was only parked one level up. It was whilst making my way up the stairs that I got a twinge in my bladder that I needed a pee.

Making my way back to the car I thought about going back into the shops and finding a loo, but they were down at the other end and by the time I’d get there and back I’d probably have run out of the time they give you for getting out of the car park after paying so didn’t bother. Arriving back at the car and bending over to put the shopping into the boot, my bladder gave another sign that it needed emptying now. I considered popping a squat there and then, at the back of the car, as it’s something I’d done before, but there were just too many people about, so I had to think of something else.

Looking round I spotted another staircase opposite to where I was parked. I knew that it wasn’t used that much, as it was close to the main one and would be a good place to get the much needed relief. I made my way over and opening the door, I noticed it opened into a small lobby area before another door into the stairs. I was nearly going to go there, but again thought there were too many people about on this level so decided the ideal place would be the similar area on an upper level that wasn’t as busy. I quickly made my way up to the next floor and tried the door to the lobby area and found it was locked, which meant this level was closed so nobody would be coming from there and the stairs would be safe enough.

Taking a quick check down to make sure nobody was coming up from the bottom, I knew I’d have plenty of time to have my pee. I backed over into the corner of the landing next to the locked door and unbuttoned my jeans. I then hooked my thumbs into the waist band and lowered them and my silky thong down my legs, dropping into a low squat. It didn’t take long for my pee to start and a thick streaming jet shot out of my lips and onto the floor below forming a large puddle. I hadn’t realised how badly I needed to go as the pee continued for at least a minute, with the lake beneath me spreading quickly across the floor and towards the stairs. The sound of the splashing and hissing as it was escaping my lips was echoing loudly around the staircase, something that I was secretly enjoying!

Just like it looked like the river lets coming from the puddle were going to snake over the top of the stairs, my stream began to wane and then after a couple of spurts I was done.  I bounced up and down a few times to shake the drops of pee off me before realising I had a tissue in my pocket, so reached for it, I wiped and dropped the tissue into the puddle. I then stood up and slowly pulled up first my thong and then my jeans, before taking time to admire my handiwork.

With that I made my way back down the stairs to my car and got in. Smiling to myself as I drove out, I’d thoroughly enjoyed my unexpected pee.

Carol

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Agnus Again...

I waited for anyone to get back to me, but I never heard, so I got desperate.

The other night I left class early to go to the bathroom, but I went to the Men's room. I took a stall, put my feet up and removed my panties. I wanted to be in there when class let out, most of the guys would come in before they left and I could listen to all the heavy flows. We have the water-less urinals, both in the Men's and Women's lavatory, you have to either face backwards or straddle them to go right, but if you are in a rush and dressed right they work really well. I can't complain about the view either. I was already soaking through my panties when the first set of guys arrived. The memory of those torrents... going to need three fingers in me just to finish typing this line. I stuffed my panties in my mouth to hide the moaning, I couldn't hold them in and wanted to screamoan. That was before I noticed the tissue roll had been moved on the wall and the hole from the bolt let me look at the dick using the urinal. I was using both hands, one inside and one exclusively on my clit... I even managed to massage my anus too. After three thundering orgasms and I was sure the cost was clear, I went at it full force... The fourth one came so hard I was kicking my feet against the door, threw my head back slamming it against the tile and screamed so loud I spit my panties out. I was dazed from the hit and swimming from cumming, I had squirted the door and my muscles let go in the middle of my throes, so I was spraying urine all over the stall. I'm a little proud and embarrassed that some shot over the door... my hips bucked and everything was tensed up.

Once I could breath again (just like now... though I am almost to my second just from writing), I was a complete mess down there. There were fluids everywhere down my legs, I stood up and nearly fell over. Thank goodness for the walls, my butt was completely asleep, my legs felt like gelatin in microwave and the floor was slick. I managed to stumble out to the sink naked from the waist down. I took a towel under the faucet and started to wipe off when the door opened. I froze and immediately covered myself with my hands. The boy I like just walked in... (there goes another orgasm) He just stared at me. I bit my lip and tried to look casual, he glanced over to stall and saw the after-math and I know I was so red-faced. I could taste blood in my mouth from my lip, he reached out and grabbed my wrist and I tried to fight just a little... but I barely had the strength or will. He peeled away my arms and looked intently at what he had uncovered. I trim modestly, even though he was the first to ever see.

He walks me over to the urinals and forces me to kneeling with my head right next to one. The smell alone had me dripping on the floor again, I had to fight not to lick it. He opens his fly still holding my left wrist and drops out his dick. He starts to pee and I lost it... my mind was blank, my eyes went blurry and rolled up and my tongue was hanging out like a dog. I threw my head forward and into the stream until it was going into my mouth, I locked my lips and drank without stopping. He forced my lips to his balls and I could feel the hot liquid spraying off the back of my throat. I was held there until he finished, thankfully I knew how to breathe properly. (My fifth just rolled over my fourth and I'm   hav ing troubl efocuss in the word my am wryping)

He forced me to clean his dick and dry it with my shirt. He left after that... we still have class two day a week, for three more weeks.

 

I don't know what will happen, I'm worried and aroused he might be telling people.

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Dear Wet Carpet

My name is Cassie and I work as a cop in the USA. Whether this costs me my job remains to be seen, but I have other options if that happens. And I am not really bothered who knows, to tell you the truth. As long as it involves nothing actually illegal, I am pretty shameless.  Anyway, this is me.....

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I think I look kinda cute.

Anyway, I am seeing this guy who LOVES watching me pee. And he doesn't care where I do it. In fact, he loves having me piss anywhere the fuck I like in his apartment. Sometimes I'll drop by during my shift if he is in, and go pop a squat in his living room and pee right there on the carpet. He lets me pee wherever I feel like. I've pissed on that darn carpet so many times that it stinks of piss! But hey, if he is ok with that, why the hell should I care? It's his property so I sure aint breaking any laws.

And it's not just that carpet either. I've peed on his bedroom carpet more times than I can remember, and on the kitchen floor as well. I've peed on his sofa, and on his bed. I've popped a squat upon his tables and peed there too. I guess I pee just about anywhere I feel like in his apartment. I've even peed against the walls in his living room and bedroom a few times. He seems to enjoy watching me do that.

I guess I look like little miss innocent there in my uniform, but I am in reality the kind of dirty ho who loves pissing all over the place in this guy's apartment. Sure is awesome fun.

Actually, though, I suppose it runs in the family. Cos there was this one time when I was a lot younger when I walked in on dad watching mom and some other woman squatting and peeing on the carpet behind the couch, lol. Was an awkward moment, lemme tell you, but kinda funny. It was after that that I started enjoying the occasional pee on my own bedroom carpet until I left home and joined the police. I think my parents knew I did it, but couldn't really say anything. In any case, I knew my mom used to pee on her bedroom carpet beside the bed sometimes. Caught her doing it a couple of times, though she quickly stopped when I walked in, hahaha.

Don't pee around my own home now - except occasionally the kitchen floor cos that is tiled and easy to mop up afterwards. But having some guy who'll let me piss anywhere at his place is fucking awesome. And if he wants me to do it, and likes watching me, why the fuck not? It's just so fucking erotic to pee wherever I feel like without in any way having to give a shit.

Cassie

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Dear Wet Carpet

My name is Tina. When I was a bit younger, I had a school friend who used to just pee on her bedroom carpet, and would let me do it too. At first I thought it was funny, but it just got kind of normal after a while. But I also realised that I enjoyed doing it, and have had an interest in naughty peeing ever since. And I began to indulge my growing kink by occasionally pissing on my own bedroom carpet, making liberal use of febreeze and air freshener to ensure mum never found out. 

But as I grew up I became ever more ashamed of my kink, and a little fearful. Wouldn't most of my friends think I was a dirty bitch and a pervert if they found out? And what if mum caught me? Even the thought of it filled me with embarrassment. I was torn between fear and anxiety about being found out - and the anticipation of the intense thrill I always got out of pissing on the carpet. The latter always won eventually. I rarely lasted a week before succumbing to my desire to pee on the carpet again.  The fact that it was such an outrageously naughty thing to do is what gave me such an erotic thrill out of doing it!

Well, I was 18 and still living at home with mum - dad had left a couple of years earlier - when disaster struck! There I was squatting knickerless with my skirt hoisted, right there in the corner of my bedroom. And enjoying yet another piss right there on the carpet! When suddenly the door swung open and mum barged in, catching me in full flow, though I stopped pissing within seconds. She looked astonished for a moment, but then kind of grinned - and apologised for the intrusion and left the room again.

I was mortified. Mum tried to carry on afterwards as if nothing had happened, but I couldn't even face her, let alone speak to her. I just felt so ashamed about my mum knowing about my dirty secret. I suppose I should have noticed that she really didn't react by going off on one, and indeed seemed entirely un-bothered. But my shame and embarrassment were so intense that my head couldn't fully register that. I felt so awkward and wasn't even eating properly.

After a couple of weeks, mum realised I wasn't getting over my embarrassment by simply pretending it hadn't happened, and that it was a deep problem for me. So she came into my room and uttered the dreaded words - "Tina, we need to talk."

I couldn't even look at her, let alone acknowledge her presence. I would have been okay with the floor opening up and swallowing me at that moment. So mum pretty much did all the talking, which went something like this....

"Tina, there really is no need for you to feel bad or ashamed. Do I seem the least bit bothered about it? It's your bedroom and your carpet! If you want to pee on it, who cares!"

This wasn't really helping my embarrassment, hearing her talking about it like this. She tried reassuring me. "Look, I am sorry I walked in at the wrong time. But I promise you I won't tell anyone else about it. It's none of their business."

She still wasn't helping much. So she continued with something like this.....

"Besides - and you're an adult now so no need to hide this fact from you anymore - you're not the only one in this house who has ever peed on their bedroom carpet, you know!"

That information hit home and for a brief second I looked at her before looking away - the first positive reaction she'd had. So she continued....

"Yeah, I pee on my bedroom carpet too sometimes. Your dad used to encourage me to do it. He liked watching!"

Mum chuckled at that, then carried on. My own shame was slowly giving way to astonishment and interest. She was starting to get through to me with these revelations. Which she of course realised, so she carried on.....

"Sometimes when you were staying at granddad's or something and I was home alone or maybe with your dad, I would walk right past the bathroom when I needed to pee, and just go and do it on my bedroom carpet anyway for the sheer fun of it."

I looked at her for longer now as she continued with a chuckle, "So yes, Tina. You're not the only one! Your mum knows how much fun it can be being a dirty cow and pissing wherever you feel like."

I spoke, "Really?" My shame and embarrassment rapidly diminishing now as I listened with interest.

Mum was on a roll.....

"Yes really, hahaha! You have no idea how many times I've peed on the kitchen floor when you've not been home!"

"Mum, that's gross!" I laughed.

She just laughed in response. "Yeah I know! That's why it's such fun! And you know that puddle you found on the living room carpet a couple of years back that the dog did?"

"Yeah?"......I already guessed where this was going.

"Wasn't the dog! A couple of hours earlier when you were out, I needed to pee. And decided it would be a lot more fun just to do it right there in the living room, hahaha."

The thought crossed my mind that maybe she was teasing me for some reason, or just making this shit up.

She must have registered the doubt on my face, because she said something like, " Struggling to believe that your sweet old mum has been such a dirty cow behind your back for all these years, eh? I still do it you know! Only this morning, first thing I did when I woke up needing a pee  was to squat right there beside the bed and pee on my carpet. If you don't believe me you can go and check out the wet patch, hahaha."

She could still see that I was struggling to get my head around this.

"You are having difficulties believing all this shit, aren't you? Hahaha. Well at least that proves I did a reassuringly good job of protecting your innocence when you were growing up. And all along I was secretly pissing everywhere just for fun, hahaha. Anyway, I could do with a pee right now, so just to prove it to you....."

And with that she suddenly started unfastening her jeans. Within moments, both they and her knickers were around her knees as she squatted in the middle of my bedroom. I looked on agape as - moments later - a loud hissing filled the room as my mum's yellow piss started splashing forcefully down. She looked down for a second at the sight of her own pee cascading onto the carpet, a gleeful expression upon her face. I couldn't believe what I was seeing and was struck speechless for a few moments. Then she looked at me with a grin as her piss continued splashing onto the carpet. "There, you see? Your mum really does pee on carpets, hahaha."

I chuckled, "That's so gross mum! That's MY fucking carpet you're pissing on!"

She just laughed, "Yeah I know! So what! It's only piss! Bet you've peed here loads of times. So me doing it once is hardly going to make any difference, hahaha."

"Mum, you're terrible, hahaha."

"Anyway Tina, why don't you join in?"

And that seemed like a really good idea. Mum's words and actions had totally done the trick, obliterating my shame and embarrassment, and now I was totally at ease with the whole thing. So even as mum's pissing showed no sign of abating, I myself lowered my own jeans and knickers and dropped down into a squat beside my bed. And a second later, I too was pissing on the carpet.

With her head start, mum finally finished well before me, and stood up, pulling her jeans and knickers back into place. She looked down with a smirk at the massive puddle she'd created in the middle of the floor, then looked at me pissing and laughed, "I needed that!". I was pissing pretty forcefully with quite a loud hissing sound, so she chuckled, "Looks like you needed that too!"  We both laughed as I continued pissing for another half minute or so.

Afterwards, all awkwardness finally gone completely, we chatted, mum telling me about some of her most outrageous adventures. Like the time she pissed on the backseat of some guy's car while he watched, or the numerous times she'd peed on the floor under the table in pubs and nightclubs. Or the time she and a friend sneaked into someone's bedroom at a party and peed on the bed for a laugh. She also told me how she met my dad. Her words went something like this....

"I was at this wild party and we were all playing truth or dare, with the dares getting ever more outrageous. Well, I made the fortuitous mistake of admitting that I needed a pee immediately before accepting a dare. Which is why some girl dared me to piss on the table! So I did! In no time I was squatting upon this large glass table and pissing there in front of a room full of laughing young people. When it all started flowing off the edge to splash down on the carpet, and I just carried on pissing anyway, everyone was in fits of laughter. But I noticed one guy watching with an obvious hard on in his pants. That was your future dad. Think I impressed him, hahaha. We started dating soon after that."

I asked, "Did dad pee on the carpet and things like that too?"

"Sometimes. But he preferred watching me do it. He did have a thing sometimes about having me hold his penis as he peed against our bedroom wall."

I laughed, "I'll never see dad in the same light again! Why did you split up?"

"Oh, he was into the whole golden shower thing. He wanted to piss on me! Now, I may be the kind of dirty bitch who gets a buzz out of pissing all over the place, but being peed ON has never really appealed, so I would never let him. But he discovered that his younger and better looking secretary was more than willing to let him pee in her face, so he dumped me for her. At first I was so pissed off that that I'd have gladly pissed in that bitches face myself! Until it occurred to me that she might actually enjoy that, haha. But I have long since moved on and am happy to enjoy the happy memories."

The things that went on without me having a clue are barely believable. How could I never have known? Here's another one my mum told be about....

"One day when you were staying at granddad's for a week, your dad and I invited these two women back from the pub for some fun. And the three of us - me and the two women - peed all over the living room carpet whilst your dad watched! Hahaha. By the time you came home nearly a week later it had all dried out. But though we tried our best, we couldn't completely mask the....er...aroma! Haha. Do you remember coming back from granddad's and noticing a pissy smell? And we told you it was the dog?"

"Oh. My. God! Oh my fucking god, I know exactly where this is going...."

"Yep, hahaha. Wasn't the dog! It was the pissy aftermath of the time three ladies - myself included -  peed all over that carpet for fun! It was several weeks before that pissy smell disappeared completely."

Then some amused advice. "When you get your own place and want to indulge in some pissing fun, make sure you have a dog. It's a convenient scapegoat if anyone ever notices anything, hahaha."

Then mum asked me if I'd ever stood and peed against a wall. And to be honest, it had never occurred to me to try, and I wasn't really sure how feasible it was for a girl. All of which I told her.

So she enlightened me. "Oh it's easy! You just need to stand facing the wall  with your legs parted a little and hips thrust forward. And pee! Your piss just sprays out against the wall like with a guy. Easiest if you do it whilst naked, at least from the waist down. Your dad loved watching me do that. You should try it sometime.   It is rather fun."

"You did that in your bedroom?"

"Sometimes. But not always. One time when you were away I peed against the living room wall beside the sofa!".

"Oh my god!"

"Oh that's not all. These two guys that my husband knew, and their girlfriends, were there watching me doing it! So I had quite an audience for that one!"

All this outrageous behaviour from my mum and I never knew!

She continued...."Usually these days when I feel like doing that I do at least use the bathroom. But I ignore the toilet that is right there and stand pissing against the wall instead. That's a special kind of naughtiness - the toilet is there, but there's me deliberately pissing against the wall a few feet from it instead."

All this, and I never knew! "Wow mum, thanks for telling me all this. I felt really embarrassed and ashamed before and couldn't even look at you. It was excruciating. You've blown all that away. Thanks."

"Well my job is done then Tina. I had to share all this with you, because you were clearly suffering needlessly. After all, look at all the dirty pissing I've done in my time, and I've turned out ok, haven't I? And so what if you or I enjoy pissing here and there? We are not hurting anyone and it's nobody else's business. And this of course will remain between ourselves. We are not going to blurt it out to everyone down the pub! So next time you feel a desire to pee on your bedroom carpet - or against the wall if you want to give that a go - feel free. Fucking hell Tina, you can piss on your bed for all I care. You're the one sleeping in it after all."

"I don't think I'll be doing that. Don't fancy trying to sleep in a wet pissy bed, hahaha. But thanks mum. I appreciate today."

"Well that reminds me of the time this rich couple got me to pee on their bed.......but that's another story."

I thought what the fuck? "Mum you can't leave that hanging there!"

She laughed and said that sometime soon we'd have a few drinks together and she'd tell me all about it. But she had stuff she had to get on with at that moment so had to leave.

I see her in a whole new light now. And maximum respect, lol.

Tina

 

 

 

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Soooo.... I'm not saying who I'm, but I'd to tell someone what I heard in passing the other day. We were at a Chili cookoff and this is EXACTLY what was said:

 

“Did you just put the head of your dick in that pot of chili?”
“How do you expect me to empty my bladder?”
“Doesn’t that hurt? I mean there’s still steam coming off the top…”
“It only burns a little when I let loose and that is only if there are peppers in it… and ahhh, yep at least three alarm. Yeah, that feels really good. We are going to be here a minute or two. Mmmm, the heat is keeping me warm.”

 

Needless to say, we never found out which chili it was.....

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On ‎06‎/‎08‎/‎2017 at 5:16 AM, hentaixt said:

I'm posting here, but this place seems a little dead... not sure any 1 still visits here anymore:

Every time someone posts a "letter" here, people show up to read it as evidenced by the appreciative icons.

Problem is, few are showing up here to write contributions now - so thanks for your imput. I myself post less here so am guilty too. But the reason is mainly because the trend has become to write long "letters", which take a lot of time and effort, and I seldom have much spare time anymore. But as originally conceived, this thread was designed for imaginary "readers" of Wet Carpet magazine to post reasonably short, quickfire confessions. I might return to posting some of those, since I don't seem to be finding the time for longer ones.

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Dear Wet Carpet

My name is Amber, which is pretty fucking appropriate considering the pee thing, haha. I am in my early 30s now and married, but I still sometimes hang out with my best friend Lynne, whom I grew up with and went to school with. And she has a thing about pee too. 

When growing up, we both got into the habit of peeing together on each other's bedroom carpets for fun. We were still doing it as teenagers - until the day Lynne's mum caught us pissing on Lynne's bedroom carpet. Well the shit hit the fan over that one, my mum was informed, and both Lynne and I got the whole "dirty bitch" lecture. Was a real drag. We kind of stopped doing it then, but when after a few years we started going out to clubs and bars, well the alcohol always did seem to bring out the repressed pee freak in us. And we'd do shit sometimes like deliberately peeing all over the floor in the ladies' or on the carpets under the tables in pubs and bars. And no telephone box was safe. We'd pee in them on sight, haha.

But when not drinking we do at least make some effort to be respectable, especially since Lynne now teaches, whilst I own and run my own business. And since we have both settled down, me married, and both of us career focussed, we quit with most of the drinking to excess shenanigans, and hadn't peed anywhere more adventurous than the bath or shower for years.

Well last night, to celebrate a promotion that my husband has been given, we actually went out drinking which we do rarely, and since Lynne was at a loose end and hubby was cool with it, we invited her along too. Well, inebriated as we eventually were, Lynne and I ended up confessing to our past peeing exploits. But rather than being shocked, this seemed to turn him on. And so - with much teasing and more than a little flirtatiousness - Lynne was invited back to our place with us, where we promised hubby a real good show.

Once back home, we led my husband into the kitchen, where Lynne and I by prior drunken agreement, pulled down our knickers and popped a squat. And yeah, we pretty much pissed all over the kitchen floor for the viewing pleasure of my husband. It was brilliant fun. Been a while since I've done something so naughty. Fucking flooded the floor too, haha. 

Then we pulled our jeans back up - too drunk to worry or care about wiping - and watched the floor being flooded some more as hubby got his dick out and pissed all over the place whilst we watched. So yeah, I let Lynne see my husband's pissing dick, but so what? No harm in looking, is there?

Well, when he was done, Lynne and I just walked out of the kitchen as I laughingly said to him, "Have fun cleaning that up!"

Well WE weren't going to do it, were we? Lol

Amber

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