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On 1/17/2020 at 7:01 AM, gldenwetgoose said:

C L A S S I F I E D  A D V E R T I S E M E N T  -  S I T U A T I O N S  V A C A N T

The Golden Feather are the city's premier adult oriented entertainment complex.  As a consequence of our ongoing plans for expansion we have several vacancies for talented individuals to join our team.

In addition to our existing portfolio which includes our public boutique bar and adult cabaret, we have a number of themed entertainment salons offering a range of services specific to the needs of our high calibre private members. Our expansion is allowing us to create a themed cocktail bar and we are recruiting hosts to serve our highest tier clientele. Successful applicants will be selected based on a number of factors and must possess an outgoing and bubbly personality, positive client focussed mental attitude and equally important, an openness to experiences of an adult nature. Experience of employment in a customer service role will be an advantage.

We are an equal opportunities employer and do not discriminate on grounds of gender, race or appearance. However since memvers of the bar will personally select their hosts, there are a number of sub-criteria which we will consider for those candidates being successful at interview.

Full training will be provided including the formulation of our unique range of cocktails. Our unique selling point is the personal twist which each of our hosts adds to the beverage. Flair is important, with our hosts often finalising the preparation of drinks at the client's booth, adding the final golden ingredient to their beverage with personal flourish.

In return for your talents, we offer a competitive salary, flexible working patterns and generous annual leave allowance. We provide and encourage our team members to partake of unlimited soft drinks, ensuring ability to deliver the unique demand of the role. Successful hosts may also be rewarded by their clients with generous tips and may also the benefit of alcoholic beverages bought by the more discerning clientele. Management support a certain amount of responsible consumption where it is recognised as supporting demands of the role. 

If you believe you have what it takes to become a member of team Golden Feather, if you are able to provide the highest levels of our unique brand of client service, if you are able to add the golden touch which makes our cocktails unique then please contact us with your resume today.

 

I very much want to be a member. lol

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On 4/2/2020 at 8:49 PM, Sophie said:

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This is based on "Sibling Rivalry" by @gldenwetgoose

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Dear Wet Carpet,

I’m Pippa, long time reader, first time writer. I have a sister and like all siblings I know just how to push her buttons and wind her up like nobody else. I like to tease her, a lot, but I do it with love. I love her to bits but I take great pleasure in pushing her just enough to make her crack and lose it. I like to call her Weeze, it came from our young cousins trying to pronounce “Louise” and stuck ever since. But when I am feeling particularly devilish I will call her “Wee-wees”. One time when she was waiting outside the bathroom door, half bent over in sheer desperation I jumped on her back, it was the perfect target. I will never forget the defeated yet angry look she gave me when she turned around, dark streaks coursing down her legs. It wasn’t the first time she had wet herself either. Of course that just fuelled my teasing and I started calling her “wee-wees”. Secretly I enjoyed it too. I would often sit on the toilet and wet myself or secretly pee under my skirt while sitting on the grass. But I think that’s enough of an introduction, what I really wanted to write in about was something that really brought us together.

I had been out drinking with friends and I couldn’t get home because the train had been cancelled. I was 25 miles away so walking wasn’t an option and I didn’t have enough money for a taxi so I did what anyone else would do and I phoned Weeze. Reluctantly she left her house and came to pick me up. It was cold and I was alone so I didn’t want to wait outside so I went back to the pub for another drink. You know how it is in those places, you stop in for 5 minutes and suddenly an hour has passed. I eventually made it back to Louise, not even noticing she was in my car, and slumped myself in the passenger seat. Better late than never, right? I’m not sure if it was the late night, or the alcohol (probably the alcohol) but I soon drifted off to sleep, blissfully unaware of what was happening around me.

When I woke up we were hurtling along an empty motorway, I thought Weeze had woken me up to say I was home but then I quickly realised that I was actually bursting for a wee. I can remember asking her to stop on the side of the motorway for me. I’m usually very pee shy but at that moment I was desperate enough to pee anywhere. She refused, saying something about losing her license. Whatever, always the goody two shoes. Before I knew it I was fast asleep again, dreaming about masturbating in the bath with a full bladder. I’ve always enjoyed the sensation of being really full and I would take it one step further by laying in the bath and just letting my fingers wander. Nobody suspected anything and I didn’t have to worry about clean up when the dam inevitably burst. I would take my time and fully enjoy being desperate to pee, feeling naughty as I felt the water running over my pussy.

I was snapped back to reality when I suddenly realised where I was. I wasn’t in the bath, I wasn’t even at home. No, I was still in the car next to my sister, twitching from my orgasm and wetting myself uncontrollably. Surely I had to be dreaming still. “Did I… did I just, er did I just cum infront of you?” I desperately seeked confirmation.
“Oh yes, you certainly did. Well that and the little matter of pissing yourself too.” I was speechless, how could I possibly explain that?
“You my dear sister Pippa the pisser seemed to be enjoying the full bladder just a little too much.” She added, “Do we need a sister to sister chat?”
“Yes….” I croaked, I could feel my face going bright red, I was still trying to process what had just happened. “...but not here. Home.” The rest of the journey was made in silence, I kept replaying the moment in my head, trying to think of what to say to Louise at home. How do you explain enjoying a full bladder so much you have to get yourself off?

Louise pulled into my driveway and as she climbed out of the car something caught my attention. In fact, it surprised me so much I gasped. The back of her jeans were completely soaked, the wet denim glistening in the street light. “You’re not the only one with a secret, Pippa” she turned to say with a wink. We went into the house and went upstairs to get changed out of our wet clothes. I hadn’t seen Weeze get undressed since we were young teenagers but it was a nice experience, I felt like we were bonding. We put on pyjamas and sat on my bed together. I completely opened up to her. I apologised for all the times I had teased her, for all the times I had made her wet herself, begging for forgiveness. I confessed about enjoying a full bladder. I confessed to wetting myself secretly after her while she got changed. And she confessed too, we both shared the same interest but had no idea. The wetting in the car wasn’t an accident, it was 100% intentional. My embarrassing, drunken night had bought us closer than ever. I have a new nickname, Pippa the Pisser which only seems fair and I am certain Wee wees is going to bring up this event in the future.

Love, Pippa. x

You need to have more confidence in your writing @Sophie. Because this really is very good.

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4 minutes ago, steve25805 said:

I very much want to be a member. lol

I hear on a Monday night they waive the normal platinum membership fee - perhaps you could write an account of your visit?

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2 minutes ago, gldenwetgoose said:

I hear on a Monday night they waive the normal platinum membership fee - perhaps you could write an account of your visit?

That's an idea. Will give it some thought and hope some writing inspiration comes my way.

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Dear Wet Carpet Magazine,

I just wanted to write to tell you about a situation I'm going through, in the hope it will help other women like me.

My name is Cassie and I'm a single mum in my late twenties. You could say life hasn't always been a bed of roses for me - I grew up in the wrong end of town, most of my childhood memories were of mum and dad yelling at each other, or both yelling at me. I think that's what brought on the bed-wetting as a kid. In my teenage years I ran away, did some stuff I'm really not proud of and would rather not talk about.  Then there was the pregnancy - unplanned at the time but my daughter has been the greatest gift I've ever been given. She literally turned my life around.

Now, I've got a job - it's not a great job, but it pays the bills and lets me keep a roof over my head. Also you could say it's right up my street - in a roundabout sort of way.  You see, when I was going through that young mum thing, I found myself having a couple of wet accidents. To my surprise I found the feeling not unpleasant not like the bed-wetting, instead it was sort of warm and comforting in a way.  I found myself being drawn to holding, wetting, peeing outdoors after pretending I was going to have an accident.  And I found this magazine and that was the first time I realised I wasn't alone, other people share the same passion.

Anyway, my job is that I'm a contract cleaner. A few weeks ago I was assigned to, amongst other things cleaning the mens toilets. I'd have to make sure they were empty of course. The first time I opened the door I found myself a few feet from a cute looking guy taking a pee in the urinal.  A couple of weeks later when I tapped on the door it was the same guy - he caught me sneaking a glance at the stream of his pee hitting the urinal, then we made eye contact and he smiled at me. Most people treat the cleaner like some lower life form, but not this guy. Later that day he passed me in the corridor and we struck up a conversation. He'd said something about being desperate, I'd told him I could relate to that. He seemed genuinely a nice guy and was interested in me.

One thing led to another and it turns out he's got just as much of a pee fetish as I have, we've been out a couple of times and things are going really well.

So, that's my story - I just wanted to say that no matter how bad a start you have in life, no matter how badly things go, there's always hope and a soulmate out there just waiting.

Thanks for reading - Cassie. 

 

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Dear Wet Carpet Magazine,

I know that the current pandemic is a very serious situation and I wanted to share with your readers my way of coping with it.

You see, here in the UK whilst we are told to stay at home we are also permitted one form of exercise each day. I live in a rural area with lots of country lanes which are now deserted and paths which very few people are using.  I'm working from home, but usually finished by lunchtime so in the afternoon I can go out for a walk.  Most days I avoid going to the loo before I set off, enjoying the feeling of the morning's coffee sloshing around in my bladder. I've also got into the habit of guzzling a big glass of juice before I leave the house.

Then I see how far around my walk I get before I feel the first trickles of wee down my legs. Black leggings hardly show anything, so even if anyone saw me they wouldn't have a clue. Sometimes I'll just carry on walking, other times I'll stop and just let it all out.  Sometimes if there's a nice breeze I'll pull my leggings down and just pee in the fresh air. It always feels amazing.

Then when I get back to the house - I'll leave that to your imagination.

Let's just say, as a coping method it's working very well for me.

Here's to the great outdoors and long walks - Beth   

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Dear Wet Carpet,

I just wanted to share something that happened last week, well something I did to be more accurate.  You know that thing they say about a woman scorned…. Well that evil cow was me.  To be fair it wasn’t like I’d spent ages planning revenge or anything, it was just sort of spur of the moment.

It had actually been a really quite nice wedding - fabulous country hotel, lovely ceremony, great atmosphere and a scummy meal.  It should have been nice though because I’d planned it. Every bit. Even down to the colour of the confetti and the table placecards. The only thing wrong was the fact that James was marrying that bitch and not me.

You see, we were due to get married, everything was booked and planned, all my planning and then six months ago I found out he was sleeping with that tomcat from work.  When I said ‘if that’s what you want marry her instead’ that was the last thing I expected.  So, you may be wondering why I went… To torment myself?  To make a scene at that bit where they ask if anyone has any lawful reason, to scratch the bitch’s eyes out…?  No I was very well behaved under the circumstances. And I only got a little bit drunk on their free bar. That’s sort of when it happened.

After two bucks fizz’ and two or three pints of lager I realised I was absolutely bursting for a wee, so sort of zig-zagged across from the lounge towards the ladies. I was just about to go in when James, the groom James, my James came out of the gents.  He couldn’t look me in the eye of course, but fortunately for him one of his mates gave him a bear hug.  That’s when it happened, his room card dropped out of his pocket…

Suddenly instead of the ladies I found myself heading upstairs and letting myself into the bridal suite.  I don’t quite know what I planned, apart from relieving my very desperate bladder. I looked at the options.  Honeymoon suitcases were there as an option, as were the champagne flutes on the dresser.

Whilst I was looking around I felt my peach coloured cotton briefs dampen, partly with naughty excitement at what I was about to do but mostly my bladder starting to give in to the pressure. In the end though the king sized wedding bed looked so inviting. I pulled back the covers and climbed onto the bed, kneeling with my legs apart and pulled my cocktail dress up. I didn’t bother taking my panties off, they were already wet. Instead I just let all my wee leak through them onto the pristine white sheet below me.

It must have taken nearly two minutes for my bladder to slowly but surely empty. Soon there was a big wet patch, and my deed was done. I took a quick selfie for my own satisfaction and then I carefully put the top covers back in place, hoping they’d seal in the wetness. Why shouldn’t their nuptials be spoiled.  Then I threw the room key on the floor near where I’d found it and snuck out to phone a taxi home.

So that’s my confession - am I forgiven? To be blunt, I don’t care. I’m feeling better about the whole situation anyway.

 

Linda.

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Greetings Wet Carpet (interesting name!)

I'm a 28 year old woman who had a little odd experience with one of my friends late last year. We had been to the mall and had just arrived back at the car in the parking garage and finished loading our stuff. We were just about to enter the car when the following happened:

"I gotta pee", my friend said.
"Why didn't you go upstairs? The bathroom was right next to the shop at the other end", I asked.
"Completely forgot about it. Listen, I'll be right back, it's not gonna take long", she said and set off.
I entered the car and sat back in the driver's seat and waited, a little irritated because I knew it would take at least 5 minutes of fast walking to get to the bathrooms and considering it was the middle of the day, she might also have to wait in line. I expected I would have to sit there and wait for at least 15 minutes, so I was quite surprised when she returned after only 2 minutes had passed.
"You changed your mind?", I said and turned the key in the ignition.
"No no, I peed. Told you it wasn't gonna take long", she said.
"Wait, there are toilets down here? I didn't know that", I said and looked in the rear view mirror to see if it was safe to pull out.
"Well...", my friend giggled, "that depends on how fussy you are".
"What do you mean?", I asked.
"I peed in the stairs", she said and pointed to a door.
"Wait, what? Seriously?", I asked.
"Yeah, parking garage staircases are good places to pee when you're caught short. Always closer than the mall bathrooms, there's never a line and there's no pee on the seat", she giggled and then added, "well, I guess there is no seat for pee to get on, but you get the point".
"I can't believe you", I said as we drove up the ramp leading outside.
"Come on, everyone pees in parking garage staircases, don't you think?", she said.
"What? I highly doubt that! I've certainly never done it", I said.
"Really? I thought for sure with all that water you drink that you would've had to pee in a bunch of different places", she grinned.

I do indeed drink a lot of water. Always carry a big bottle with me to stay hydrated throughout the day. It's healthy and incredibly simple. Just drink more water! I do also work out a lot, though, so I guess it's just another point to me being kind of a fitness and health nut. So I do probably pee more times a day than the average, but I've never found getting to a bathroom to be too much of an issue, although finding one can definitely be a hassle at times. I've had some close calls. And I did have to pee in a bush in the park at one point because the public toilets were temporarily closed due to vandalism. It was on my morning jog and I'd had a large glass of water on an empty stomach before going out. 30 minutes later that water had reached my bladder and I had to go! I knew I couldn't hold it till I got home so I had to do something else. Fortunately it being morning and kind of a cold day meant there weren't many people out, so after a quick look around, I casually jogged off the path and across the grass field to where there were some bushes and trees. Quickly in and hidden among the tall bushes and then I simply pulled down my leggings, squatted and relieved myself.
Everyone has peed in a bush, maybe even in an alley at night (I have, after a concert where I just couldn't hold it through the line as everyone else rushed to the bathroom as soon as it ended). But a parking garage staircase in the middle of the day?

"You think it's gross?", my friend asked.
"I guess... well, not really. I mean, it's just pee, everyone pees, but I just didn't expect you to do it there of all places", I said.
"Well you have to admit, it was easier and saved us a lot of time", she giggled.
I couldn't argue with that as I'd only had to wait for her for 2 minutes as opposed to 15, so I simply laughed and not much else was said on the subject.

 

A few weeks later I found myself on the way to the mall again, although a different one because of some special deals. This time just by myself. Traffic was ridiculous and at one point we weren't moving for several minutes because of a minor accident further up. This was problematic because at this point the drive had taken so long that I had to pee. Really bad. For a moment I considered just getting out and squatting, but there was nothing to hide behind and I sure didn't feel like showing my butt to all the other drivers. Just as I was beginning to consider the possibility of maybe having to pee inside my car, traffic started moving again. Thankfully, because I don't think I had any bottles or cups to pee into! Not unless I drank all of the water I had, and I don't think that was happening at that point!
I finally made it to the mall parking garage and then it hit me. I had no idea where the bathrooms were. Did I have time to find out, let alone get to them?
Getting out of my car, I noticed I had parked close to a door marked STAIRS. I thought back to the talk with my friend a few weeks earlier. Perhaps she was right? I thought about it for a few seconds and finally decided I couldn't hold it any longer, so I went in.
Once the door was shut, I stood still in an attempt to discern whether there was anyone else further up. I didn't hear anyone. As an extra precaution, I opened the door again just to make sure no one was about to come that way and catch me in the act.
Once I saw no one, I let the door close again and began unbuttoning my jeans all the while pondering where to actually 'go'. Concrete floor throughout and I figured the corner closest to the door was as good as anywhere. I didn't have time to think about it anymore anyway.
Unzipping, I quickly pulled both my jeans and panties down and moved into a squat over the floor. I began peeing even before reaching the low squat I had intended. It was as if a dam had burst. A huge torrent of pee just gushing out of me and covering the floor. I sure had to go!
It was such a relief that I didn't even think about where I was, but fortunately no one came around to catch me. I just sat there peeing and peeing and peeing... Finally, my bladder seemed to have fully emptied and I cursed myself for not having any tissues.
I can't tell you exactly for how long I was peeing, but I'm sure I was in full flow for at least a minute.
I pulled up my jeans and then got out of there. I then grabbed some things from my car and hurried towards the elevator. Is that why my friend said she thinks everyone is peeing in the staircase? Because everyone takes the elevator up anyway so you might as well use the stairs for something else?

I managed to get the shopping done that I came there to do and 45 minutes later I was back in my car about to start the ride home. But I had to pee again. Well, a little bit. I could definitely make it home assuming traffic wasn't terrible, but was it worth the risk? Less than an hour earlier I had taken a pee in the staircase, was there really a reason not to do it again? If everyone is peeing in the staircase, maybe there isn't? Of course I don't actually believe literally everyone pees in parking garage staircases, but I can believe there are enough people who do it to the point that there really wasn't a reason for me not to. So off I went again.
Inside there was obviously still clear evidence of my earlier pee. I'm sure that would've taken a good number of hours to dry. I simply repeated my performance by unzipping, pulling down and squatting in the corner before relaxing and letting it flow. Obviously it started out much slower than previously, but it still happened to go on steadily for a little while.
As I was pulling up my jeans, I heard a door open further up and then the clacking of heels and the sound of voices. I sure found myself getting out of there very quickly! No doubt they would have heard the door open and close only to come down to discover a puddle.
I sat in my car for a bit, regaining my composure after the rush of almost being caught. After about a minute I put the key in the ignition and drove out of there. Surprisingly, I never saw the door to the stairs open. Perhaps they weren't coming down or perhaps they were peeing!

I told my friend about this the next time we saw each other. It sounds strange, but I think I actually felt a little proud telling her the story. I guess she approved, though, as she simply laughed and said "told you so, everyone pees there!".
Since then I've found myself peeing in those staircases many times. And not only parking garage staircases, but frequently in other public areas too, but I think that's a story for another time. It occurred to me that I'm often running around with a nagging from my bladder because I drink so much water throughout the day and now I just don't bother starting out my trip at the mall with a visit to the bathroom. Going in the staircase straight after parking my car, or finding a secluded area when I'm out elsewhere not knowing where I might find a bathroom, is both easier and time-saving. And dare I say it? Liberating! No longer do I go through the trouble of trying to hunt down a bathroom when I'm somewhere unfamiliar. I can simply "step aside" so to speak. A quick squat and pee later and I can carry on with what I was doing. That is truly a liberating feeling!

hydratedwoman28

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On 5/1/2020 at 2:33 PM, gldenwetgoose said:

Dear Wet Carpet,

I just wanted to share something that happened last week, well something I did to be more accurate.  You know that thing they say about a woman scorned…. Well that evil cow was me.  To be fair it wasn’t like I’d spent ages planning revenge or anything, it was just sort of spur of the moment.

It had actually been a really quite nice wedding - fabulous country hotel, lovely ceremony, great atmosphere and a scummy meal.  It should have been nice though because I’d planned it. Every bit. Even down to the colour of the confetti and the table placecards. The only thing wrong was the fact that James was marrying that bitch and not me.

You see, we were due to get married, everything was booked and planned, all my planning and then six months ago I found out he was sleeping with that tomcat from work.  When I said ‘if that’s what you want marry her instead’ that was the last thing I expected.  So, you may be wondering why I went… To torment myself?  To make a scene at that bit where they ask if anyone has any lawful reason, to scratch the bitch’s eyes out…?  No I was very well behaved under the circumstances. And I only got a little bit drunk on their free bar. That’s sort of when it happened.

After two bucks fizz’ and two or three pints of lager I realised I was absolutely bursting for a wee, so sort of zig-zagged across from the lounge towards the ladies. I was just about to go in when James, the groom James, my James came out of the gents.  He couldn’t look me in the eye of course, but fortunately for him one of his mates gave him a bear hug.  That’s when it happened, his room card dropped out of his pocket…

Suddenly instead of the ladies I found myself heading upstairs and letting myself into the bridal suite.  I don’t quite know what I planned, apart from relieving my very desperate bladder. I looked at the options.  Honeymoon suitcases were there as an option, as were the champagne flutes on the dresser.

Whilst I was looking around I felt my peach coloured cotton briefs dampen, partly with naughty excitement at what I was about to do but mostly my bladder starting to give in to the pressure. In the end though the king sized wedding bed looked so inviting. I pulled back the covers and climbed onto the bed, kneeling with my legs apart and pulled my cocktail dress up. I didn’t bother taking my panties off, they were already wet. Instead I just let all my wee leak through them onto the pristine white sheet below me.

It must have taken nearly two minutes for my bladder to slowly but surely empty. Soon there was a big wet patch, and my deed was done. I took a quick selfie for my own satisfaction and then I carefully put the top covers back in place, hoping they’d seal in the wetness. Why shouldn’t their nuptials be spoiled.  Then I threw the room key on the floor near where I’d found it and snuck out to phone a taxi home.

So that’s my confession - am I forgiven? To be blunt, I don’t care. I’m feeling better about the whole situation anyway.

 

Linda.

 

That was an awesome confession. Loved it.

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Includes naughty peeing, some wetting, and bed wetting.

Dear Wet Carpet.

My name is Sue. This is me...

I guess I don't really worry about people recognising me. If they do what does it prove? That they read this magazine too, lol. So no moral high ground there then. Anyway, most guys seem to think I look good but I'll let you be the judges of that.

I have a thing about peeing, especially in places where I shouldn't. At home I tend to pick locations where clean up is easy. My tiled kitchen floor has been peed on more times than I can remember. Bathroom floor too actually. It is just so erotically naughty to ignore the toilet which is right there and pee on the floor in front of it.

Have been known to wet myself too. I was wearing that very outfit in the photo the time I got up and squatted on my kitchen table and peed through those shorts. The wetness around my bum cheeks felt awesome.

When I go out on the town, with a few drinks inside me my inner exhibitionist comes through. I think nothing of squatting and peeing in the street in full public view, enjoying it when people seem to enjoy seeing me doing it. Some of the guys struggle to pretend not to look when they clearly can't keep their eyes off me. Which is just so funny, lol. 

Well I have been seeing this guy who has a thing about peeing too. I've let him piss on my kitchen floor too, lol. I found him on some pee fetish site called peefans and it turned out he lived nearby, and we have been seeing each other for a while now. He has a thing about girls peeing in naughty places, and loves watching me do it. One of his biggest fantasies is letting a girl - me - pee all over the place in his flat. But of course that is harder to allow in practice because of the horrendous clean up difficulties.

Until now. You see - and I will spare you the details - his landlord has totally screwed him over. And he is moving out. But he wanted to seriously piss the landlord off.

You can probably guess where this is going, right? Yep we spent an evening at his place, after a visit to the pub and armed with more cans of beer. And he gave me carte blanche to piss anywhere and joined in himself. First thing he did on arriving back from the pub was to lead me into his living room where he got out his dick and started pissing against the wall. I must admit I chuckled with delight at the sight of this.

And in no time at all, I was squatting in the middle of the room, shorts pulled down to my knees, and pissing right there on his carpet. It was exhilarating. The sound of my hissy pee splashing down onto the fabric, forming a puddle upon it, was one of the most erotic pissings I had ever experienced.

I totally fucked up that carpet.

After a couple more beers I stepped out of my shorts entirely and strode into his bedroom. There I kind of adopted a semi-squatting position with my hands on my knees and peed all over his bedroom carpet. It was brilliant. He went and peed against the curtains during my performance.

By the time we'd had another couple of beers we were pretty tipsy and decided it would be a great laugh to get naked and stand together in front of his sofa, me with my legs parted, and piss all over it. I can remember giggling like a silly girl as I swayed my hips to spray as much of it as possible.

We went to bed soon after but during the night we both needed to pee again. So we decided we'd both just pee the bed together. It was awesome. I could feel his pee spraying against my stomach as I too peed in unison with him. Soon we were laying in a warm, wet piss soaked bed. Luckily we fell back to sleep before it got cold. 

But it felt very cold and wet when I awoke in the morning, so I got out of bed fairly quickly and headed into his bathroom where I towelled off the wet piss on my body. Then I re-entered the bedroom where my boyfriend still slept and peed on the carpet beside the bed. 

Once he awoke I soon left because I had things to do, but it had been some of the best pissing fun I had ever had.

And his landlord is going to be well pissed off, because my boyfriend is just going to leave the pissy carpet and sofa as it is, lol.

Anyway, thought I would share my latest little adventure with you all.

Sue.

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contains naughty peeing, including carpets.

Dear Wet Carpet Magazine,

Well, I didn't know whether to write in about this incident, but I'm sure you'll enjoy it so here goes.   I am 25, curvy, 5'4" with blond hair - usually in a pony tail and I often hang around with Lucy who is a bit taller at 5'8" has red hair over her shoulders and is somewhat slimmer than me.  This goes back to what now seems like a distant recollection before the Covid19 lock downs when you could actually enjoy meeting up with friends and going into town.  It was a Saturday and we met up at a pub in town for lunch, which naturally included a couple of beers each.    Lucy was wearing a knee length navy skirt and a white blouse.  I had on a short light blue skirt and a tight T-shirt that emphasised my curvy boobs.   

After lunch, we walked out from the pub and into town. We were passing through the car park when Lucy declared that she needed a wee and I agreed that I would need one soon as well.  Now we've known each other for a long time and we are no strangers to peeing in front of each other and we are both happy to pee in a car park behind a car, in a stairwell, down an alley or whatever, when we've had a few drinks - doesn't have to be alcohol fuelled, but we are a bit more brazen when alcohol has been involved.  Anytime we need to pee, we pee, but we are more discrete during the day than when we go out at night.

Today, we were just debating a pee behind the bottle banks in a car park when I spotted that there was a row of shops next to the car park which was blocked off with hoardings and had signs up that they were going to be demolished.   There was a small gap in the hoardings so I suggested it would be more hidden if we slipped through the gap and went behind the hoardings.

Lucy agreed and we squeezed through the gap.  Once inside, I spotted that the door to one of the shops was hanging off its hinges and that was too good an opportunity to miss.   We went inside and found that it was an abandoned estate agents shop.  It had been cleared of anything valuable but there was still some furniture in there - a handful of desks, chairs on wheels and some comfy chairs that probably used to be a waiting area.   We looked at each other and we knew that we couldn't pass up the opportunity.   Without any knickers to worry about, I hitched up my skirt and hovered over one of the comfy chairs with my curvy backside fully exposed.   It took a few seconds to overcome the thoughts of what I was doing, but hey, this stuff was all abandoned and going to be demolished, so what the heck?   I started a stream which initially fell onto the fabric of the chair, then started splashing back at my legs.  I jumped a bit and cut the flow.   I moved along to the next chair and sat my bare arse onto the chair near the front.  I spread my legs and peed off the front of the chair onto the carpet, arcing down and impacting the floor about a foot in front of the chair.  The puddle grew and grew on the surface of the fibres and then started to sink in so it stopped spreading.  I kept going until I was done, then slid backwards to wipe my pussy on the fabric of the seat.

Lucy had been watching of course and complimented me on the size of the puddle.   "Your turn now" I said.   

Lucy slid down her pink knickers and kicked them off, then she got up onto a desk, pulled up her skirt and squatted low down on the edge of the desk, with her bum pretty much between her feet (still clad in her slip on shoes).  I had a clear view right between her legs to her neatly trimmed pubic area as she opened her flood gates and poured forth her golden rain on the carpet below.   She twisted around and pattered the floor in an ever widening splatter  which left spots and small puddles over a significant area.   Eventually she came to a stop with the stream waning down nearer the desk and the last trickle landing onto the desk itself.   She climbed down from the desk - still with her skirt hitched up and then looked around for something to use to wipe.  On the back of one of the desk chairs hung a black cardigan which some previous employee must have forgotten or discarded.  Lucy took hold of the sleeve that was draped down one side and carefully wiped up the inside of her legs and gave special attention to her pussy.   She then let go of the now damp garment so the sleeve hung back where it was.  She recovered her knickers and put them on over her shoes.

"That's better" she said.  "Now we can shop in comfort and we know where to come in future times of need".

I agreed with her as we departed the shop and headed back through the gap to hit the shops - oh and of course the coffee shop.....

Chloe. x

[Lutab 1,051]

8 hours ago, Alfresco said:

contains naughty peeing, including carpets.

Dear Wet Carpet Magazine,

Well, I didn't know whether to write in about this incident, but I'm sure you'll enjoy it so here goes.   I am 25, curvy, 5'4" with blond hair - usually in a pony tail and I often hang around with Lucy who is a bit taller at 5'8" has red hair over her shoulders and is somewhat slimmer than me.  This goes back to what now seems like a distant recollection before the Covid19 lock downs when you could actually enjoy meeting up with friends and going into town.  It was a Saturday and we met up at a pub in town for lunch, which naturally included a couple of beers each.    Lucy was wearing a knee length navy skirt and a white blouse.  I had on a short light blue skirt and a tight T-shirt that emphasised my curvy boobs.   

After lunch, we walked out from the pub and into town. We were passing through the car park when Lucy declared that she needed a wee and I agreed that I would need one soon as well.  Now we've known each other for a long time and we are no strangers to peeing in front of each other and we are both happy to pee in a car park behind a car, in a stairwell, down an alley or whatever, when we've had a few drinks - doesn't have to be alcohol fuelled, but we are a bit more brazen when alcohol has been involved.  Anytime we need to pee, we pee, but we are more discrete during the day than when we go out at night.

Today, we were just debating a pee behind the bottle banks in a car park when I spotted that there was a row of shops next to the car park which was blocked off with hoardings and had signs up that they were going to be demolished.   There was a small gap in the hoardings so I suggested it would be more hidden if we slipped through the gap and went behind the hoardings.

Lucy agreed and we squeezed through the gap.  Once inside, I spotted that the door to one of the shops was hanging off its hinges and that was too good an opportunity to miss.   We went inside and found that it was an abandoned estate agents shop.  It had been cleared of anything valuable but there was still some furniture in there - a handful of desks, chairs on wheels and some comfy chairs that probably used to be a waiting area.   We looked at each other and we knew that we couldn't pass up the opportunity.   Without any knickers to worry about, I hitched up my skirt and hovered over one of the comfy chairs with my curvy backside fully exposed.   It took a few seconds to overcome the thoughts of what I was doing, but hey, this stuff was all abandoned and going to be demolished, so what the heck?   I started a stream which initially fell onto the fabric of the chair, then started splashing back at my legs.  I jumped a bit and cut the flow.   I moved along to the next chair and sat my bare arse onto the chair near the front.  I spread my legs and peed off the front of the chair onto the carpet, arcing down and impacting the floor about a foot in front of the chair.  The puddle grew and grew on the surface of the fibres and then started to sink in so it stopped spreading.  I kept going until I was done, then slid backwards to wipe my pussy on the fabric of the seat.

Lucy had been watching of course and complimented me on the size of the puddle.   "Your turn now" I said.   

Lucy slid down her pink knickers and kicked them off, then she got up onto a desk, pulled up her skirt and squatted low down on the edge of the desk, with her bum pretty much between her feet (still clad in her slip on shoes).  I had a clear view right between her legs to her neatly trimmed pubic area as she opened her flood gates and poured forth her golden rain on the carpet below.   She twisted around and pattered the floor in an ever widening splatter  which left spots and small puddles over a significant area.   Eventually she came to a stop with the stream waning down nearer the desk and the last trickle landing onto the desk itself.   She climbed down from the desk - still with her skirt hitched up and then looked around for something to use to wipe.  On the back of one of the desk chairs hung a black cardigan which some previous employee must have forgotten or discarded.  Lucy took hold of the sleeve that was draped down one side and carefully wiped up the inside of her legs and gave special attention to her pussy.   She then let go of the now damp garment so the sleeve hung back where it was.  She recovered her knickers and put them on over her shoes.

"That's better" she said.  "Now we can shop in comfort and we know where to come in future times of need".

I agreed with her as we departed the shop and headed back through the gap to hit the shops - oh and of course the coffee shop.....

Chloe. x

Really hot. I hope you write more about them returning again. Maybe they can bring a third friend. 🙂

[wetwulf 3,322]

On 5/19/2020 at 12:44 PM, Alfresco said:

contains naughty peeing, including carpets.

Dear Wet Carpet Magazine,

Well, I didn't know whether to write in about this incident, but I'm sure you'll enjoy it so here goes.   I am 25, curvy, 5'4" with blond hair - usually in a pony tail and I often hang around with Lucy who is a bit taller at 5'8" has red hair over her shoulders and is somewhat slimmer than me.  This goes back to what now seems like a distant recollection before the Covid19 lock downs when you could actually enjoy meeting up with friends and going into town.  It was a Saturday and we met up at a pub in town for lunch, which naturally included a couple of beers each.    Lucy was wearing a knee length navy skirt and a white blouse.  I had on a short light blue skirt and a tight T-shirt that emphasised my curvy boobs.   

After lunch, we walked out from the pub and into town. We were passing through the car park when Lucy declared that she needed a wee and I agreed that I would need one soon as well.  Now we've known each other for a long time and we are no strangers to peeing in front of each other and we are both happy to pee in a car park behind a car, in a stairwell, down an alley or whatever, when we've had a few drinks - doesn't have to be alcohol fuelled, but we are a bit more brazen when alcohol has been involved.  Anytime we need to pee, we pee, but we are more discrete during the day than when we go out at night.

Today, we were just debating a pee behind the bottle banks in a car park when I spotted that there was a row of shops next to the car park which was blocked off with hoardings and had signs up that they were going to be demolished.   There was a small gap in the hoardings so I suggested it would be more hidden if we slipped through the gap and went behind the hoardings.

Lucy agreed and we squeezed through the gap.  Once inside, I spotted that the door to one of the shops was hanging off its hinges and that was too good an opportunity to miss.   We went inside and found that it was an abandoned estate agents shop.  It had been cleared of anything valuable but there was still some furniture in there - a handful of desks, chairs on wheels and some comfy chairs that probably used to be a waiting area.   We looked at each other and we knew that we couldn't pass up the opportunity.   Without any knickers to worry about, I hitched up my skirt and hovered over one of the comfy chairs with my curvy backside fully exposed.   It took a few seconds to overcome the thoughts of what I was doing, but hey, this stuff was all abandoned and going to be demolished, so what the heck?   I started a stream which initially fell onto the fabric of the chair, then started splashing back at my legs.  I jumped a bit and cut the flow.   I moved along to the next chair and sat my bare arse onto the chair near the front.  I spread my legs and peed off the front of the chair onto the carpet, arcing down and impacting the floor about a foot in front of the chair.  The puddle grew and grew on the surface of the fibres and then started to sink in so it stopped spreading.  I kept going until I was done, then slid backwards to wipe my pussy on the fabric of the seat.

Lucy had been watching of course and complimented me on the size of the puddle.   "Your turn now" I said.   

Lucy slid down her pink knickers and kicked them off, then she got up onto a desk, pulled up her skirt and squatted low down on the edge of the desk, with her bum pretty much between her feet (still clad in her slip on shoes).  I had a clear view right between her legs to her neatly trimmed pubic area as she opened her flood gates and poured forth her golden rain on the carpet below.   She twisted around and pattered the floor in an ever widening splatter  which left spots and small puddles over a significant area.   Eventually she came to a stop with the stream waning down nearer the desk and the last trickle landing onto the desk itself.   She climbed down from the desk - still with her skirt hitched up and then looked around for something to use to wipe.  On the back of one of the desk chairs hung a black cardigan which some previous employee must have forgotten or discarded.  Lucy took hold of the sleeve that was draped down one side and carefully wiped up the inside of her legs and gave special attention to her pussy.   She then let go of the now damp garment so the sleeve hung back where it was.  She recovered her knickers and put them on over her shoes.

"That's better" she said.  "Now we can shop in comfort and we know where to come in future times of need".

I agreed with her as we departed the shop and headed back through the gap to hit the shops - oh and of course the coffee shop.....

Chloe. x

I would love to see these girls again!

[wetwulf 3,322]

This story contains both m and f peeing, sex, and pee vandalism.

 

Dear Wet Carpet

After reading a few letters that told stories about people peeing in carpark stairways, I finally decided to share something that happened a few years ago with me and my husband.

We were on our way home from a road trip out in the country, and it was getting late. We were still several hours from home, so my husband decided we should get a hotel for the night because we were both feeling too tired to drive. It took a while, but he finally found a small hotel that only had two floors but still looked nicer than anything else we had passed. I had been feeling the need to pee for a little while, but I figured I was able to hold it until we got checked into our hotel room.

My husband went inside to check us in, and after quite some time he came out, looking grumpy. As soon as he entered the car, he said, "Hateful ass lady. I had to ring the bell three times before anyone even came to the desk. And then she was rude as hell." He grumbled in frustration, and we drove around to a parking space. Our room was on the second floor, and since it was only two floors we decided to take the stairs. At the top of the first landing, there was a very obvious wet spot that looked like someone had either squirted a water bottle or had peed right there on the landing.

"Guess somebody couldn't hold it," my husband said. I laughed, but it was a nervous laugh because I was starting to feel desperate, as well. We opened the door to the second floor and walked to our room. My husband swiped the key card, but there was a buzzing sound, and the light turned red. He swiped it again, same result. Third time, same result. He let me try, same result. We looked at the number on the card, and it did match the number on the door. He tried it again. By now, I was getting really nervous because I could feel pressure in my bladder. I finally knew I had to say something to him.

"Babe, I really have to pee," I said. "We gotta figure something out." He tried the card again. "It's obviously not working."

"Dammit," he said. "I really don't want to go back down to deal with that bitch."

"Well, we have to get into our room!" I said.

"I know," he said. "I gotta piss, too, so I know, trust me. I'll be back." He rushed down the hall and then down the steps. I watched him exit the outside stairwell door and sprint to the main office. Time passed, and several times I felt a wave of pressure in my bladder that I was just barely able to hold off. Finally, I saw him come out of the office and run back to the bottom stairwell door. I waited very impatiently as he came out of the door and down the hall.

"Oh thank God," I said. He swiped the card key. It buzzed again, and the light turned red.

"What the fuck?" my husband said. He tried it again. Buzz. Red light. "Fuck this!" He backed away from the door.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"I gotta go!" he yelled as he walked to the stairwell. "Come on," he said. I hesitated, but then a wave of pressure hit again, so I followed him down the hall. Without saying anything else, my husband walked down to the first landing, whipped out his dick, and sprayed a stream all over the wall. I gasped. "Hey, obviously somebody else had the same idea, and I'm sorry, but I had to fucking go."

"Screw it," I said, as another strong wave hit my bladder. I stood at the top of the steps, yanked my leggings and panties down, and squatted right there. Literally seconds later a strong gush of pee just sprayed out of me and splashed down the stairs. My husband stared wide-eyed as his own stream was coming to an end. I sighed with pleasure at the relief as I emptied my bladder and watched it splash and flow on the concrete steps.

My husband shook his dick, but he did not put it away when he turned to watch me. He had a very obvious erection. "That is so hot, babe," he said. I giggled. He had seen me pee many times before, but the naughtiness of this must have been turning him on. I realized it was getting to me, as well.

My flow stopped, and I stood up. I was about to pull my panties and leggings up, but my husband stopped me. "Not yet," he said. He came up the steps to me and firmly but not hurtfully pushed me back against the stairway door. He pressed his body against me, and I felt the tip of his penis right at my pussy. He kissed me hard, and I wrestled away from him just enough to turn myself around until I was facing the door. I placed my hands on the door and stuck my ass out for him. He grabbed my ass and then he was inside of me, thrusting and groaning. He reached one of his hands around and fingered me at the same time. In less than 30 seconds we both screamed as he came inside of me. We stayed there for a few more seconds and then quickly gathered ourselves.

"I guess I should go down there again and tell that bitch to either give me a key that works or give me a refund." He kissed me and then went back downstairs. When he returned, they had assigned us to a different room. The card key worked on the first try, and we were finally able to get in. We both collapsed on the bed, exhausted.

There is a bonus ending to our story. Sometime in the middle of the night I woke up and realized my husband wasn't in the bed. I looked around in the near darkness and finally saw him standing close to the wall of the hotel room.

"What the hell are you doing?" I asked. It only took me a few seconds to realize he was peeing on the hotel room wall.

"I'm sorry, babe, but that bitch downstairs pissed me off so much. Fuck her and this place."

"Yeah, but somebody else has to clean that up," I said.

"No, I saw in the information downstairs that this place charges a cleaning fee because it's owner operated. And the bitch downstairs is the owner."

"But," I said, "they have our information. What if they charge us for the damage?"

"I didn't have to give them our information," he said. I could hear the hissing of his pee start to fade. "I paid cash." I have to be honest, as he said this and as I laid there listening to him pee on the wall, I felt a tingle in my pussy.

"Now I have to pee," I said. I debated going to the bathroom, but the naughty thought of going somewhere in the hotel room really excited me, like it tapped into some fantasy I didn't even know I had.

"Go for it," my husband said. I got out of bed and walked across the room to the soft chair that was in the corner of the room. "Fuck yeah," my husband said. He walked over to the edge of the bed and sat watching me. I took my leggings and panties all the way off and sat in the chair, feeling the soft cushion on my bare ass. I closed my eyes and seconds later I could feel my warm pee dribbling out of me and soaking into the seat cushion.

"Oh my god, this feels good," I said.

"That's so fucking hot," my husband said.

"Ohhh, it's so warm under my ass and around my crotch. Mmm." My flow didn't last much longer, but I sat there for a moment and enjoyed the warmth under me.

"Come here," my husband said. He had also removed his trousers and boxers, so we were both naked from the waist down. I walked over to him and then straddled him with one leg on each side of him. He slipped his penis into me and grabbed my ass as I rode him. He removed my shirt and bra, and I removed his shirt. I moved up and down on him, slid my hips back and forth, and soon we were panting and gasping again as we both orgasmed and he came inside me again. We flopped back onto the bed, crawled up to our placed in the bed, snuggled up still fully naked, and soon fell asleep.

When I woke up the next morning, my husband greeted me with a smile and a kiss. "I gotta take a piss," he said. He stood up and walked over to the soft chair. I watched as he drenched it even more with a heavy flow of his morning pee. It added to the dark stain that I had created the night before.

As I watched him, I felt my own morning need calling to me, and so I tossed the covers off of me, spread my legs and just relaxed. Seconds later my bladder emptied itself with a messy spray all over my thighs and the sheets between my legs. My husband turned around and watched, looking wide-eyed again. Before my flow even stopped, he climbed onto me and slid his penis along my slit. "Oh! Oh my god!" I cried, still peeing, making a mess in the bed and all over his cock. He entered me, and it only took a few thrusts before I was screaming my orgasm and he came inside me again.

When we left that day, we agreed to make plans for another cheap, pay cash, hotel wetting.

Sandy
 

[wetwulf 3,322]

Dear Wet Carpet,

I work in a library at a prestigious university, and I have a few tales for you. Our library is quite old, being one of the original buildings erected not long after the university was founded. We have more than five million books in our library, with three floors and several tiers lined with shelves, as well as private nooks and rooms for studying and a few conference spaces and even a small auditorium. There are also several offices, an audio visual room, five fully equipped computer labs, three learning centers for holding classes, and of course our main lobby which houses our front desk. There is also a full basement where the archives are located.

In my 25 years working at this library, I have seen some things that are perfect for your publication. Other than the restrooms, the archives, and a few of the offices, the library is carpeted throughout. Not long after I first started working there I found a wet stain beneath the desk of one of the study nooks. I told my supervisor, thinking it might be a spill or a leak. She just rolled her eyes. "Sounds like somebody peed again." I was taken aback by her response, especially that she had said "again," indicating that this has happened before. In fact, she shrugged and said, "It happens," as if reading my mind. When I asked what I should do, she just shrugged again. "Nothing. Not your problem. We've tried to stop it, but we can't watch every single person who comes into this building. Custodial staff cleans those rooms and shampoos the carpets once a week, so just leave it."

After that, I could not get the idea out of my mind that students apparently just pee on the carpet in our library. It was on my mind so often that any time I passed the study nooks I couldn't help but peek inside or check the desks for more wet stains. Some time went by before I caught sight of a young lady in a skirt sitting in one of the study nooks, reading a textbook. She was sitting up close to the edge of her chair. I paused and glanced in just in time to see a stream of urine falling from her skirt to the carpet under her. I wonder if I should confront her, but I was also amazed by her discretion and by the ease with which she seemed to just go as if it were perfectly normal to wet the carpet. Her stream finished, and she scooted back in her seat and continued reading.

I blinked, still amazed by what I had witnessed, and still uncertain how to respond. I finally just walked away, but I couldn't get the image out of my mind. She had just scooted up and just peed like it was no big deal. Like it was something she did all the time. I wondered if she was the culprit of the stain I had found before. Regardless, I also could not deny that I was excited by the idea of someone, especially such a studious and I assumed otherwise conscientious young lady just brazenly peeing on the carpet so nonchalantly.

Another time, I found a stain down the wall in one of the hallways between two stacks. It looked like either a young man or a young lady with a strong stream had

About a month or so later, I was re-shelving some books when I heard whispering voices. This, of course, is nothing out of the ordinary in a library. But I could actually make out their words. It was a young man and a young woman perhaps hiding together in one of the corners. From my position, I was able to peek through the stacks without being seen. It didn't take long for me to figure out what was happening. They were both standing, the young lady with her back against the wall. She was wearing a skirt, which was lifted, and her legs were spread with the young man between them. He was moving his hips and as I watched them, I couldn't help but feel my face get flushed. Again, part of me felt I should stop them and kick them out, but I was both embarrassed and turned on by the sight. The young man started moving a little more quickly, and the young lady moaned softly but loud enough that I could hear her. Then he buried his face in her neck, and I heard him grunt and soon his thrusting stopped. They moved apart, the young man zipping his pants and the young lady tried to smooth her skirt. 

As if copulating in the stacks wasn't shocking enough, what happened next just cemented in my mind what I had been thinking for some time. The young lady whispered to the young man, "Make sure nobody's coming, I've got to pee." The young man laughed, but he turned away from me to look out the doorway out of the stacks. They were still clueless to my presence. He gave her a thumbs up, and the young lady lifted her skirt again and squatted right where she was. She pulled her panties aside and sprayed a strong stream of pee onto the carpet. It didn't last long, and as soon as it was over, she stood up, took his hand, and they were gone.

I couldn't help it. Once I was sure they were gone and I was alone, I walked over to where they had stood and just stared at the stain the girl had left behind. As if my own body was taking over, I felt wetness between my legs and felt my head swimming from what I had just witnessed. I also felt like I had to pee, as well. I finally decided to abandon my self-restraint and give in to the desire that had been on my mind for a while. It seemed many students had the temerity to empty their bladders in various places of the library. So I decided I could not deny my curiosity any longer. I looked around to make sure no one else was in the stacks, but honestly I was not certain if I would have cared. Before I could change my mind I pulled my panties down and squatted right over the wet spot the young lady had created. It took a little while, but I breathed out and a warm stream of pee sprayed out of me and splashed to the carpet. I could not help but watch it as it dribbled onto the dark brown carpet and added to the damp puddle before slowly absorbing into the fabric. This felt so naughty that I thought I would pass out with pleasure. "Oh my," I said, sighing as the last of my pee flowed out of me. Once my pee stopped, I knew what else I needed, so I started rubbing myself. Within thirty seconds, I was gasping, and I actually had to lean back against the wall to keep from falling over and bite down hard on my lip to keep from screaming as I orgasmed right there in the stacks.

After that day, for years I actively looked for other students who were secretly trying or actually peeing in our library. It didn't happen often, but there were moments that stand out. I caught a girl standing in a corner in one of the back hallways, with her pants and panties pulled down, spraying a stream backwards into the corner. I saw a young man seated in one of the study nooks take out his penis and spray towards the wall under the desk. While shelving books I saw a girl, seated on the floor reading a book, who looked to see if anyone was around. When she felt it was clear, she returned to her book, but I heard her sigh and could just barely hear a hissing sound as she sat there and peed herself. I even caught one of my coworkers who was searching for something in archives and, like the others, had no idea I was around. She looked around to make sure it was clear and just spread her legs and let her pee fall from under her dress to the carpet between her feet.

And of course I took every opportunity to pee on the carpet, as well, often repeating my first experience, either squatting or standing over someone else's wet spot, emptying my bladder and enjoying the sight of it as it soaked the carpet even more, and almost always getting myself off afterwards. All these years, and no one has ever gotten into trouble or been dismissed from the library for these brazen acts. Perhaps some of you should come visit some day.

Elaine
 

[Alfresco 11,610]

Two fantastic stories @wetwulf.   So completely different but equally adventurous.  Loved them.

[wetguy321 67]

On 5/25/2020 at 2:35 PM, wetwulf said:

Dear Wet Carpet,

I work in a library at a prestigious university, and I have a few tales for you. Our library is quite old, being one of the original buildings erected not long after the university was founded. We have more than five million books in our library, with three floors and several tiers lined with shelves, as well as private nooks and rooms for studying and a few conference spaces and even a small auditorium. There are also several offices, an audio visual room, five fully equipped computer labs, three learning centers for holding classes, and of course our main lobby which houses our front desk. There is also a full basement where the archives are located.

In my 25 years working at this library, I have seen some things that are perfect for your publication. Other than the restrooms, the archives, and a few of the offices, the library is carpeted throughout. Not long after I first started working there I found a wet stain beneath the desk of one of the study nooks. I told my supervisor, thinking it might be a spill or a leak. She just rolled her eyes. "Sounds like somebody peed again." I was taken aback by her response, especially that she had said "again," indicating that this has happened before. In fact, she shrugged and said, "It happens," as if reading my mind. When I asked what I should do, she just shrugged again. "Nothing. Not your problem. We've tried to stop it, but we can't watch every single person who comes into this building. Custodial staff cleans those rooms and shampoos the carpets once a week, so just leave it."

After that, I could not get the idea out of my mind that students apparently just pee on the carpet in our library. It was on my mind so often that any time I passed the study nooks I couldn't help but peek inside or check the desks for more wet stains. Some time went by before I caught sight of a young lady in a skirt sitting in one of the study nooks, reading a textbook. She was sitting up close to the edge of her chair. I paused and glanced in just in time to see a stream of urine falling from her skirt to the carpet under her. I wonder if I should confront her, but I was also amazed by her discretion and by the ease with which she seemed to just go as if it were perfectly normal to wet the carpet. Her stream finished, and she scooted back in her seat and continued reading.

I blinked, still amazed by what I had witnessed, and still uncertain how to respond. I finally just walked away, but I couldn't get the image out of my mind. She had just scooted up and just peed like it was no big deal. Like it was something she did all the time. I wondered if she was the culprit of the stain I had found before. Regardless, I also could not deny that I was excited by the idea of someone, especially such a studious and I assumed otherwise conscientious young lady just brazenly peeing on the carpet so nonchalantly.

Another time, I found a stain down the wall in one of the hallways between two stacks. It looked like either a young man or a young lady with a strong stream had

About a month or so later, I was re-shelving some books when I heard whispering voices. This, of course, is nothing out of the ordinary in a library. But I could actually make out their words. It was a young man and a young woman perhaps hiding together in one of the corners. From my position, I was able to peek through the stacks without being seen. It didn't take long for me to figure out what was happening. They were both standing, the young lady with her back against the wall. She was wearing a skirt, which was lifted, and her legs were spread with the young man between them. He was moving his hips and as I watched them, I couldn't help but feel my face get flushed. Again, part of me felt I should stop them and kick them out, but I was both embarrassed and turned on by the sight. The young man started moving a little more quickly, and the young lady moaned softly but loud enough that I could hear her. Then he buried his face in her neck, and I heard him grunt and soon his thrusting stopped. They moved apart, the young man zipping his pants and the young lady tried to smooth her skirt. 

As if copulating in the stacks wasn't shocking enough, what happened next just cemented in my mind what I had been thinking for some time. The young lady whispered to the young man, "Make sure nobody's coming, I've got to pee." The young man laughed, but he turned away from me to look out the doorway out of the stacks. They were still clueless to my presence. He gave her a thumbs up, and the young lady lifted her skirt again and squatted right where she was. She pulled her panties aside and sprayed a strong stream of pee onto the carpet. It didn't last long, and as soon as it was over, she stood up, took his hand, and they were gone.

I couldn't help it. Once I was sure they were gone and I was alone, I walked over to where they had stood and just stared at the stain the girl had left behind. As if my own body was taking over, I felt wetness between my legs and felt my head swimming from what I had just witnessed. I also felt like I had to pee, as well. I finally decided to abandon my self-restraint and give in to the desire that had been on my mind for a while. It seemed many students had the temerity to empty their bladders in various places of the library. So I decided I could not deny my curiosity any longer. I looked around to make sure no one else was in the stacks, but honestly I was not certain if I would have cared. Before I could change my mind I pulled my panties down and squatted right over the wet spot the young lady had created. It took a little while, but I breathed out and a warm stream of pee sprayed out of me and splashed to the carpet. I could not help but watch it as it dribbled onto the dark brown carpet and added to the damp puddle before slowly absorbing into the fabric. This felt so naughty that I thought I would pass out with pleasure. "Oh my," I said, sighing as the last of my pee flowed out of me. Once my pee stopped, I knew what else I needed, so I started rubbing myself. Within thirty seconds, I was gasping, and I actually had to lean back against the wall to keep from falling over and bite down hard on my lip to keep from screaming as I orgasmed right there in the stacks.

After that day, for years I actively looked for other students who were secretly trying or actually peeing in our library. It didn't happen often, but there were moments that stand out. I caught a girl standing in a corner in one of the back hallways, with her pants and panties pulled down, spraying a stream backwards into the corner. I saw a young man seated in one of the study nooks take out his penis and spray towards the wall under the desk. While shelving books I saw a girl, seated on the floor reading a book, who looked to see if anyone was around. When she felt it was clear, she returned to her book, but I heard her sigh and could just barely hear a hissing sound as she sat there and peed herself. I even caught one of my coworkers who was searching for something in archives and, like the others, had no idea I was around. She looked around to make sure it was clear and just spread her legs and let her pee fall from under her dress to the carpet between her feet.

And of course I took every opportunity to pee on the carpet, as well, often repeating my first experience, either squatting or standing over someone else's wet spot, emptying my bladder and enjoying the sight of it as it soaked the carpet even more, and almost always getting myself off afterwards. All these years, and no one has ever gotten into trouble or been dismissed from the library for these brazen acts. Perhaps some of you should come visit some day.

Elaine
 

This was amazing! Would love to hear more.

[wetwulf 3,322]

On 5/26/2020 at 10:20 AM, Alfresco said:

Two fantastic stories @wetwulf.   So completely different but equally adventurous.  Loved them.

I try to give variety to my stories, so I'm glad you noticed. Will we be seeing more from you soon, as well?

5 hours ago, wetguy321 said:

This was amazing! Would love to hear more.

Thank you. Perhaps Elaine can return for more tales from the library.

[Lutab 1,051]

On 5/25/2020 at 2:35 PM, wetwulf said:

Dear Wet Carpet,

I work in a library at a prestigious university, and I have a few tales for you. Our library is quite old, being one of the original buildings erected not long after the university was founded. We have more than five million books in our library, with three floors and several tiers lined with shelves, as well as private nooks and rooms for studying and a few conference spaces and even a small auditorium. There are also several offices, an audio visual room, five fully equipped computer labs, three learning centers for holding classes, and of course our main lobby which houses our front desk. There is also a full basement where the archives are located.

In my 25 years working at this library, I have seen some things that are perfect for your publication. Other than the restrooms, the archives, and a few of the offices, the library is carpeted throughout. Not long after I first started working there I found a wet stain beneath the desk of one of the study nooks. I told my supervisor, thinking it might be a spill or a leak. She just rolled her eyes. "Sounds like somebody peed again." I was taken aback by her response, especially that she had said "again," indicating that this has happened before. In fact, she shrugged and said, "It happens," as if reading my mind. When I asked what I should do, she just shrugged again. "Nothing. Not your problem. We've tried to stop it, but we can't watch every single person who comes into this building. Custodial staff cleans those rooms and shampoos the carpets once a week, so just leave it."

After that, I could not get the idea out of my mind that students apparently just pee on the carpet in our library. It was on my mind so often that any time I passed the study nooks I couldn't help but peek inside or check the desks for more wet stains. Some time went by before I caught sight of a young lady in a skirt sitting in one of the study nooks, reading a textbook. She was sitting up close to the edge of her chair. I paused and glanced in just in time to see a stream of urine falling from her skirt to the carpet under her. I wonder if I should confront her, but I was also amazed by her discretion and by the ease with which she seemed to just go as if it were perfectly normal to wet the carpet. Her stream finished, and she scooted back in her seat and continued reading.

I blinked, still amazed by what I had witnessed, and still uncertain how to respond. I finally just walked away, but I couldn't get the image out of my mind. She had just scooted up and just peed like it was no big deal. Like it was something she did all the time. I wondered if she was the culprit of the stain I had found before. Regardless, I also could not deny that I was excited by the idea of someone, especially such a studious and I assumed otherwise conscientious young lady just brazenly peeing on the carpet so nonchalantly.

Another time, I found a stain down the wall in one of the hallways between two stacks. It looked like either a young man or a young lady with a strong stream had

About a month or so later, I was re-shelving some books when I heard whispering voices. This, of course, is nothing out of the ordinary in a library. But I could actually make out their words. It was a young man and a young woman perhaps hiding together in one of the corners. From my position, I was able to peek through the stacks without being seen. It didn't take long for me to figure out what was happening. They were both standing, the young lady with her back against the wall. She was wearing a skirt, which was lifted, and her legs were spread with the young man between them. He was moving his hips and as I watched them, I couldn't help but feel my face get flushed. Again, part of me felt I should stop them and kick them out, but I was both embarrassed and turned on by the sight. The young man started moving a little more quickly, and the young lady moaned softly but loud enough that I could hear her. Then he buried his face in her neck, and I heard him grunt and soon his thrusting stopped. They moved apart, the young man zipping his pants and the young lady tried to smooth her skirt. 

As if copulating in the stacks wasn't shocking enough, what happened next just cemented in my mind what I had been thinking for some time. The young lady whispered to the young man, "Make sure nobody's coming, I've got to pee." The young man laughed, but he turned away from me to look out the doorway out of the stacks. They were still clueless to my presence. He gave her a thumbs up, and the young lady lifted her skirt again and squatted right where she was. She pulled her panties aside and sprayed a strong stream of pee onto the carpet. It didn't last long, and as soon as it was over, she stood up, took his hand, and they were gone.

I couldn't help it. Once I was sure they were gone and I was alone, I walked over to where they had stood and just stared at the stain the girl had left behind. As if my own body was taking over, I felt wetness between my legs and felt my head swimming from what I had just witnessed. I also felt like I had to pee, as well. I finally decided to abandon my self-restraint and give in to the desire that had been on my mind for a while. It seemed many students had the temerity to empty their bladders in various places of the library. So I decided I could not deny my curiosity any longer. I looked around to make sure no one else was in the stacks, but honestly I was not certain if I would have cared. Before I could change my mind I pulled my panties down and squatted right over the wet spot the young lady had created. It took a little while, but I breathed out and a warm stream of pee sprayed out of me and splashed to the carpet. I could not help but watch it as it dribbled onto the dark brown carpet and added to the damp puddle before slowly absorbing into the fabric. This felt so naughty that I thought I would pass out with pleasure. "Oh my," I said, sighing as the last of my pee flowed out of me. Once my pee stopped, I knew what else I needed, so I started rubbing myself. Within thirty seconds, I was gasping, and I actually had to lean back against the wall to keep from falling over and bite down hard on my lip to keep from screaming as I orgasmed right there in the stacks.

After that day, for years I actively looked for other students who were secretly trying or actually peeing in our library. It didn't happen often, but there were moments that stand out. I caught a girl standing in a corner in one of the back hallways, with her pants and panties pulled down, spraying a stream backwards into the corner. I saw a young man seated in one of the study nooks take out his penis and spray towards the wall under the desk. While shelving books I saw a girl, seated on the floor reading a book, who looked to see if anyone was around. When she felt it was clear, she returned to her book, but I heard her sigh and could just barely hear a hissing sound as she sat there and peed herself. I even caught one of my coworkers who was searching for something in archives and, like the others, had no idea I was around. She looked around to make sure it was clear and just spread her legs and let her pee fall from under her dress to the carpet between her feet.

And of course I took every opportunity to pee on the carpet, as well, often repeating my first experience, either squatting or standing over someone else's wet spot, emptying my bladder and enjoying the sight of it as it soaked the carpet even more, and almost always getting myself off afterwards. All these years, and no one has ever gotten into trouble or been dismissed from the library for these brazen acts. Perhaps some of you should come visit some day.

Elaine
 

Hot! Great story. I hope you write more in libraries!

Edited May 27, 2020 by Lutab
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[Alfresco 11,610]

17 hours ago, wetwulf said:

Will we be seeing more from you soon, as well?

Hopefully but I don't seem to get much time when I can spend it writing on a computer without people around.  

[wetwulf 3,322]

38 minutes ago, Alfresco said:

Hopefully but I don't seem to get much time when I can spend it writing on a computer without people around.  

I understand that. I write on my phone a lot or on a tablet, and it can be annoying using such a small keyboard. But I rarely get privacy when I'm at the computer.

[CON2H4 647]

I used to have all the privacy on the world, until my wifi driver buggered up and now I can't even get a comfy chair. 😞

Edited May 28, 2020 by CON2H4
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[wetwulf 3,322]

Dear Wet Carpet, 

By request, I have decided to write to you again about some of the wettings I have seen in our university library in my 20 plus years working there. 

Let me begin by sharing how seeing all of these wettings changed my habits, as well. As I mentioned before, there were a few moments when I was bold enough to wet the carpet in several areas of the library. Over time, I just began to see how practical it could be when I was shelving books to just look and make sure no one was around and just pee right there on the carpet. I always wore dresses or skirts, so most of the time I would just stand with my feet slightly apart and let a quick dribble out onto the floor. There was one time, though, I heard someone coming down the steps to the tier where I was working, but I had been really desperate and could not hold it for long. I put my legs together, and while the person entered the stacks just a few rows down from me, I couldn't hold on, so I slipped off my shoes and I just let it go as quietly as I could down my legs. I really loved the feeling of my warm pee soaking my panties and then flowing down my legs. I stifled a sigh as I let it all go this way, feeling it pool at my feet, as well.

I once saw another young lady pee in a similar way at our library. I watched her as she looked around (the common sign that someone is about to discretely wet our carpet or themselves), and then she stepped back against one of the back walls. She hiked her skirt up, and I thought maybe she was going to squirt her pee back against the wall much like I had seen another young lady do before. But this young lady actually pressed her behind against the wall, and seconds later I heard her sigh and could actually see her strong flow of pee as it flowed down her legs and down the wall behind her.

I also witnessed two young women copulating in one of the study rooms. I thought I was alone on the second floor until I heard a distinct moaning sound coming from one of the study rooms. I approached it carefully from a side angle and peeked in. A young brunette was sitting in the cushioned chair with her skirt hiked up and her legs spread, and another girl with beautiful mocha colored skin and curly dark hair was knelt in front of her with her face buried between the girl's legs. Then as I watched, the curly haired girl sat up, and nodded as the brunette started to pee right there. Some of it dribbled onto the seat cushion, but as her flow increased it dribbled onto the carpet. The curly haired girl knelt down again and resumed her spot between the brunette's legs.

I have witnessed a few young men peeing, as well, but these actually bore me because it's generally the same routine. Young man has to pee, looks around, steps up to a wall or corner, whips out his penis and pees. Then he's done. That's usually it. Sure, some of them had very nice looking penises, but the actually settings were just kind of average compared to some of the women.

Take, for instance, the young woman who I caught in the stairwell. I was standing right at the door, about to open it, when I spotted her through the window. She was sitting at the top of the steps, leggings and panties pulled down, and was spraying a messy stream down the steps. My foot bumped the door, and she jumped up quickly, but then I could see a dark rivulet of pee trickle down her legs as she ran out the top stairway door. I actually spotted her again later sitting at one of the sofas in a lounge area near the back of the front lobby. I watched her closely without being noticed, and I could even see the wet spot on her tights. I noticed she was getting fidgety and had her legs tightly together, so it was clear she still needed to pee. As I watched her, I saw the crotch of her tights glisten and she stopped fidgeting. Luckily for her, both her tights and the sofa cushions were dark, so her wetting might go unnoticed by someone who wasn't looking for it (like me).

All these sightings and settings transformed my own habits, as I said. I peed in various places in the library when I found the chance, and I also started wetting at home. After my first few wettings at the library, I went home after a long day and needed to pee. My panties were still damp from dribbling in them during one of my discrete pees when I thought I heard someone and pulled my panties up even though I wasn't quite finished. I live alone, so I unlocked my apartment and stepped into the little hallway between my front door and my living room. I shut my front door, and as I felt a wave of pressure in my bladder, I didn't stop it. I just stood there and emptied my bladder. It sprayed out in a strong stream that hissed and soaked my panties and even the front of my skirt and it flowed out of me and splashed onto the tile floor next to my front door. I moaned as my flow ended, and then I reached between my legs and slipped my fingers in and it didn't take long before I was screaming out as I orgasmed.

Later, as I was sitting on my couch in my nightgown enjoying a good book and a cup of tea, I had to pee again. I looked down at the floor of my apartment, which was mostly linoleum except for a few rugs that I had bought. One of those rugs was a dark brown. I contemplated until another small wave of pressure hit my bladder. I reached my foot out and scooted the rug closer to the couch. Then I took my panties off completely and hiked my gown up as I knelt on the floor next to my couch with the rug right beneath me. I breathed out and my pee dribbled out of me and dropped quietly onto the rug. I squatted further until my bare pussy was right against the soft fibers of the rug and then peed more. I could feel the warmth of my pee as it sprayed into the rug, making the fabric darker. I lowered myself down until I was sitting directly on the rug and then extended my legs in front of me. I breathed out again and completely let go. I gasped at both the feeling and the sight of my pee as it sprayed messily out of me and all over my thighs and the rug. I could not help but touch myself while still peeing, feeling the warm trickle all over my fingertips as I rubbed until I was bucking my hips and crying out, still dribbling pee.

And later that night, I awoke needing to pee. I thought about crawling out of bed and squatting right on the floor next to my bed, but I was so exhausted that even that seemed like too much effort. I finally decided that I couldn't be bothered to even move, and as the pressure in my bladder grew and grew, I didn't bother stopping it. I was laying on my left side with my right leg extended just a bit when I felt the first dribble wet the sheets beneath me. I had left my panties off, so there was nothing to impede my flow from soaking my bed. I hesitated as another drop warmed the sheet, but it also felt so nice that I knew I would be wetting my bed. Another wave came, and this time I could hear it hissing out and feel it spraying against the sheet and spreading under me. I moaned and sighed as I just lay there and wet my bed. The next morning, I woke up and only felt a bit of regret at the damp spot on my sheets and mattress. But as I sat up and felt my usual morning need to pee, I thought, Might as well, and I just spread my legs and emptied my morning bladder into my bed. I rubbed myself again, and soon I was screaming and cumming, feeling my wet sheets under me.

Perhaps I will return and share more tales, but for now…

Elaine
 

Edited May 30, 2020 by wetwulf

[daemoniak 612]

On ‎5‎/‎30‎/‎2020 at 4:38 AM, wetwulf said:

Dear Wet Carpet, 

By request, I have decided to write to you again about some of the wettings I have seen in our university library in my 20 plus years working there. 

Let me begin by sharing how seeing all of these wettings changed my habits, as well. As I mentioned before, there were a few moments when I was bold enough to wet the carpet in several areas of the library. Over time, I just began to see how practical it could be when I was shelving books to just look and make sure no one was around and just pee right there on the carpet. I always wore dresses or skirts, so most of the time I would just stand with my feet slightly apart and let a quick dribble out onto the floor. There was one time, though, I heard someone coming down the steps to the tier where I was working, but I had been really desperate and could not hold it for long. I put my legs together, and while the person entered the stacks just a few rows down from me, I couldn't hold on, so I slipped off my shoes and I just let it go as quietly as I could down my legs. I really loved the feeling of my warm pee soaking my panties and then flowing down my legs. I stifled a sigh as I let it all go this way, feeling it pool at my feet, as well.

I once saw another young lady pee in a similar way at our library. I watched her as she looked around (the common sign that someone is about to discretely wet our carpet or themselves), and then she stepped back against one of the back walls. She hiked her skirt up, and I thought maybe she was going to squirt her pee back against the wall much like I had seen another young lady do before. But this young lady actually pressed her behind against the wall, and seconds later I heard her sigh and could actually see her strong flow of pee as it flowed down her legs and down the wall behind her.

I also witnessed two young women copulating in one of the study rooms. I thought I was alone on the second floor until I heard a distinct moaning sound coming from one of the study rooms. I approached it carefully from a side angle and peeked in. A young brunette was sitting in the cushioned chair with her skirt hiked up and her legs spread, and another girl with beautiful mocha colored skin and curly dark hair was knelt in front of her with her face buried between the girl's legs. Then as I watched, the curly haired girl sat up, and nodded as the brunette started to pee right there. Some of it dribbled onto the seat cushion, but as her flow increased it dribbled onto the carpet. The curly haired girl knelt down again and resumed her spot between the brunette's legs.

I have witnessed a few young men peeing, as well, but these actually bore me because it's generally the same routine. Young man has to pee, looks around, steps up to a wall or corner, whips out his penis and pees. Then he's done. That's usually it. Sure, some of them had very nice looking penises, but the actually settings were just kind of average compared to some of the women.

Take, for instance, the young woman who I caught in the stairwell. I was standing right at the door, about to open it, when I spotted her through the window. She was sitting at the top of the steps, leggings and panties pulled down, and was spraying a messy stream down the steps. My foot bumped the door, and she jumped up quickly, but then I could see a dark rivulet of pee trickle down her legs as she ran out the top stairway door. I actually spotted her again later sitting at one of the sofas in a lounge area near the back of the front lobby. I watched her closely without being noticed, and I could even see the wet spot on her tights. I noticed she was getting fidgety and had her legs tightly together, so it was clear she still needed to pee. As I watched her, I saw the crotch of her tights glisten and she stopped fidgeting. Luckily for her, both her tights and the sofa cushions were dark, so her wetting might go unnoticed by someone who wasn't looking for it (like me).
 

I'd love to hear more about what goes on in the library; especially about our librarian surprising girls being naughty.

There's a novelty aspect, and a naughty aspect, rolled into one story.

[wetwulf 3,322]

3 hours ago, daemoniak said:

I'd love to hear more about what goes on in the library; especially about our librarian surprising girls being naughty.

There's a novelty aspect, and a naughty aspect, rolled into one story.

Thank you @daemoniak. I really appreciate your feedback. I hope to see more stories from you soon, as well.