Wet Carpet magazine

[Kupar 13,319]

Wow @steve25805 - the creative juices have been flowing today! Some hot letters there, and I love the photos those women have sent in 🙂 

Edited September 6, 2021 by Kupar

[steve25805 125,787]

Dear Wet Carpet

This is a pic my boyfriend just took, me feeling naughty and - though perhaps not obvious in that pic - needing a pee....

Fact is I hadn't been all day, and had also been to the pub, so it was going to be a very long pee. And I was feeling horny.

Sometimes I like to pee in places other than the toilet. The naughtier the more erotic. And my boyfriend loves watching me do it. 

At night I rarely bother using the bathroom if I need to pee. I just get out of bed and pee on the carpet beside it. 

After a few drinks I can be outrageous, peeing on tables and furniture and all sorts.

Well soon after that pic was taken in our living room, I stripped out of those black shorts and squatted right there in front of the siofa. And peed on the living room carpet. I peed for ages and made a massive puddle.

Sorry guys, my boyfriend was too busy enjoying the show to take any pics.

So you'll have to use your imaginations to picture me pissing there, lol.

Edited September 6, 2021 by steve25805

[gldenwetgoose 21,455]

Dear Wet Carpet,

I've been an avid reader of your magazine for many years, and look forward to it landing on my slightly damp doormat every month.

Writing into magazines isn't really the done thing for a chap like me, but I just wanted to congratulate you, or really I suppose to express my gratitude for the excellent letters in the current edition. The pictures of course help but to read those short letters from ladies with such a passion is a delight. I raise a glass to all of your writers of course, but especially the last few ladies who included their photographs.

I shall be keeping a close eye out on any licensed premises where I happen to imbibe, in the event the gods deem me of sufficient merit to be blessed with such a spirited young barmaid. I wish the young lady a long and very naughty relationship with her boyfriend.  And, perhaps I may be so bold, should the lady who introduced herself as being fifty wish to partake in some like minded companionship with a gentlemen of fine character and dubious morals, a chap would be delighted to oblige.

I digress from the point though - fine submissions and a delight to read.

[steve25805 125,787]

Dear Wet Carpet. I'm a young and glamorous model. This is me....

And I guess it goes without saying since I obviously read this magazine, that I am into pissing and things like that. Not really the whole being pissed all over thing, though I was once seeing this guy who liked to have me piss all over him. Was kind of fun in a way. It made me feel quite diminant just standing over a guy and pissing on him. But it's the whole naughty peeing thing I am really into..

My main thing is to squat and piss on the kitchen floor. Doing it in the kitchen on the floor like that just feels so naughty. And it is easy to mop up afterwards.  Pissing on the bathroom floor right beside the toilet which I am blatantly ignoring feels very naughty too. And very sexy. 

I have never dared piss on the carpet before or anything like that. Until now that is. I was reading some of your readers' letters and getting real horny and needed to piss. I was sitting around in my underwear so had only to slip off my panties and I was ready to go. I was sitting upon my living room sofa pondering whether to use the kitchen floor or go upstairs to piss on the bathroom floor. When I had the thought. Should I dare piss right there on the carpet? And I;ve just done it! I squatted over the carpet right there in front of the sofa. And with that lovely gentle hissing sound I started pissing right there. What an immense turn on. I enjoyed every second of it.

I think now I'll just leave it to dry on it's own. 

Next time I need a piss I am going to go upstairs and christen my bedroom carpet.

I think your magazine is having a bad influence upon me. Lol.

[steve25805 125,787]

Dear Wet Carpet.

I'm a 40 year old lesbian but think I still look good. And following the recent trend for accompanying pics, this is me. The pic was taken last summer on the beach by a lady I was seeing at the time....

Anyway, I am known for a certain pissy reputation in some cirlcles on the gay and lesbian scene. Basically, I'll just pee anywhere. I go to fetish clubs sometimes where people are happy to have me pee all over the floor or something. I am like the martini girl of pee - for those old enough to remember the advert - anytime, any place, anywhere.

Well yesterday in the local gay bar I got talking to these two lesbians in their thirties. Anyway, we got talking, they'd heard rumours that clearly interested them and, well, I will spare you the long preamble. Suffice it to say that they ended up inviting me back to theirs because they wanted to film me pissing on their kitchen floor! Well I was up for that. Pissing all over the place is especially good fun when it is someone else's place. And when they were going to have to clean up after me.

Anyway, I had a few more drinks to ensure a very full bladder and thus a long and enjoyable piss.

When we arrived at their place which was only a short distance away, we walked around to enter via the back door which enterered straight into their kitchen. This was where the pissing action was going to be performed. 

Anyway, whilst they got their camera equipment set up, I pulled off the short leather skirt I was wearing, then stepped out of my panties and tossed them aside. I chose not to remove my long black stockings. I thought they'd add an extra touch of eroticism.

When they were ready I stood in the middle of the kitchen with my legs apart. And I just started pissing, right there all over their kitchen floor. The sound of it splashing down was so loud that I wondered if the neighbours might be able to hear it. But that thought added to the thrill.

I was enjoying every second of doing this....

By the time I was done there was rather a large mess on the floor, as you can see....

Just after that pic was taken, I put my skirt and panties back on, said my farewells and headed off back to the pub. 

I hope they had fun cleaning that up, lol.

 

 

Edited September 7, 2021 by steve25805

[steve25805 125,787]

Dear Wet Carpet.

I'm a lucky guy. This is the girl who lives in the flat above me....

And she is wild, especially after a few drinks. Some of the things she comes out with are unreal.And we have become friends. She often calls in on me on the way home.

Well last night she knocked on my door after coming home from the pub and she was very tipsy. I let her in of course. I mean, look at those tits and that beautiful face. Who wouldn't let a girl like that in?

Wll she was a bit giggly because of the alcohol when she informed me that she needed to pee and hadn't been all day as well as having visited the pub. She bemoaned the fact that it was going to be a long boring pee..

But then with a smirk - another typical example of the wild shit she could come out with - she pointed out that peeing could be fun sometimes and went on to describe how a previous boyfriend wanted to watch her stand and pee on his bedroom carpet. She said it wasn't her carpet so why not and saidi t was fun in a naughty kind of way. Then she joked about it being a pity she wasn't in his flat right now.

Well what better opening was I ever going to get? I said if she wanted to do that right there in my living room, she was welcome.

"Are you serious?" she laughed. I assured her that I was and that she was welcome to do it if she wanted to. But I suggested that she do the same for me and stand in the middle of the room and do it.

I could barely believe my luck when she agreed and began to lower her pink shorts, then her white panties, revealing her most erotic areas. Then she strode into the middle of the room, parted her legs with her hands on her hips with a big grin and asked me if I was sure it was ok. I just told her to go ahead. Within seconds there was a loud hissing filling the room as a powerful golden arc of piss began to spray out and patter down forcefully on the carpet. It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. Grinning with obvious delight she began swaying her hips slowly from side to side to spray an even greater area of the carpet, which was becoming thoroughly soaked. She peed for ages too, I never thought it possible for anyone to have so much pee. By the time she was done a large area of the carpet was  drenched with her fresh golden pee.

When she was done she just stood there for a few seconds, then looked with an ever broader grin at the mess she had made, saying "I enjoyed that!"

I said that she was welcome to do the same anytime as she began to get dressed once more. She gave me a peck on the cheek and said, "I'll hold you to that!"

So it sounds like she is going to do it again. I can't wait.

[wetwulf 3,322]

This is the next letter from Anna. It contains public wetting, naughty pissing, public masturbation, and public sex.

 

Dear Wet Carpet, 

Anna again. As promised, I will be telling you about our experience at the club, but first I need to tell you what happened after our very interesting experience with our waitress Shannon. As you would expect, Mom and I ate our meal and tried to be casual about what just transpired between us and our waitress. We were mostly quiet and didn't discuss it at all, but there were some nonverbal cues, some smiles and glances that said, Are we really going to do this?

After we finished our meal, Shannon returned, smiling at both of us. "You ladies are lucky. You're my last table of the day."

"Well, well," Mom said, "that's convenient." Mom giggled, and Shannon laughed. They both seemed to be relaxing into the idea that complete strangers had just shared a moment less than an hour ago and had pissed themselves right in front of each other. As if to prove my point, Mom sighed, and soon I heard the tell-tale sound of her pee splashing from her seat to the rug beneath her. "I'll take your plates and bring you more water," Shannon said and then grabbed our dirty plates and walked away. I could not help but sneak a glance at her as she walked away, and that's when I noticed the shiny drops of wetness on her lower calves and ankles just above her shoes.

Shannon returned not long afterwards with two big glasses of ice water and set them down in front of us. "Do you ladies need anything else?" she asked.

"Yes, actually," Mom said. I stared at her, confused and nervous about what she might say next. "We want you to tell us more about this club you invited us to." Shannon smiled.

"Oh, that. Well…" She leaned closer to our table until her palms were laying on it and her breasts were nearly in our faces. "Let's just say the thing you two love to do… you can do it anywhere you want… and there will be other people there doing the same."

"Um," I said, inadvertently trying to hold back a squeal. Mom and Shannon both looked at me. "Sorry," I said. "You were saying?"

"I'm not going to lie," Shannon said, "the place is a little wild. It's a sex club, after all, but the members are like us. They enjoy naughty peeing. If you're too nervous to come, I understand." Mom looked at me, and I could not hide the heat flushing my face.

"I'm not going to lie, either," Mom said, "it's been a long time for me, and just talking about it is making me horny." I stared at my mom, wide-eyed. "What?" she said. "It's the truth." I laughed, and Shannon glanced at me.

"You have a really cute laugh," Shannon said. She smiled at me, and I froze again. I finally managed to thank her. "You ladies drink your water. Let me run back to clock out and change clothes, and we can leave soon." She walked away, and now I could see a just barely noticeable damp spot on the bottom of her skirt.

"I think she likes you," Mom said. I smiled and blushed again. As we waited, we drank our water and talked.

"So… are you really planning to hook up with someone at this party?"

"I think so," Mom said. "The more I think about it, the more I really want it." The more I thought about Shannon the more I knew I wanted her. As if on cue, I spotted her walking towards us. She was now wearing a pair of black Capri leggings and a blue blouse with a low neckline that really flattered her breasts and showed plenty of cleavage. Her hair was down and her curly red locks hung over her shoulders. "Wow," Mom said, "you clean up nicely." Shannon laughed. 

"Anything is an improvement over my work outfit." Shannon looked at me and smiled. I cleared my throat and had to look down at the floor to hide that I had been staring. "Well ladies, are you ready? The good news is you already dressed for a girls' day out and still look good enough for a girls' night out." Shannon looked directly at me and held my gaze for an uncomfortable amount of time. Was she also staring? I wasn't sure, but it made me blush regardless.

"So," Mom said, breaking the awkward silence, "Where is this club?"

"It's across town," Shannon said. "The train would be the quickest way, but we can take a bus, too. Whichever one you ladies want to do." I looked at my mom and could see that she was eager."

"The train is fine," she said. "Anna?"

"I love the train," I said, and Mom and I both laughed. Shannon looked confused until a sudden look of realization crossed her face.

"You two are naughty," Shannon said.

We walked a few blocks to the train station, not saying much but smiling at each other and noticing the expressions of nervous anticipation in all three of us. We stopped at a drink cart on the way and bought a 1 liter bottle of water for each of us and then continued on to the station. 

There were a few people at the station, but Shannon smiled and led us to a far corner away from most of the crowd. Mom and I both grinned, knowingly, and followed her to some empty seats that folded down and had soft, darkly colored cushions. Seated here, our backs would be to the rest of the crowd, a perfect spot for some privacy. Shannon sat first, and Mom nudged me to the seat to Shannon's right, and then Mom sat next to me.

"So," Shannon said, "tell me about yourselves." Then she made a soft sighing sound, and I could visibly see the crotch of her leggings darken and could hear her pee hissing into her pants and the cushion beneath her.

"Umm," I said, "well…." Then I told her everything, about my and my Mom's past wetting experiences, about how we started wetting together, all of it. Shannon continued to smile. Her pee flow had ended, and she took a big drink of her water.

My mother sat up in her seat and Shannon and I both glanced at her. I heard a soft "Oh," followed by a hissing sound as Mom peed through her skirt and into her seat.

"I see your mother likes to be discreet," Shannon said. Mom giggled and then sighed again. "And it sounds like she's enjoying herself."

"Mmm, every time," Mom said.

"Yeah, I think she's worried what someone might say if a proper woman like her were caught pissing herself." Shannon laughed. 

"I'm a waitress, so we're not usually known for being proper." After saying this, Shannon slid her leggings down, making it clear that she also wasn't wearing any panties. She slid them down just enough to place her bare ass and pussy on the seat cushion. She smiled at me and seconds later I heard a hissing sound again as she peed into the seat cushion. "Mmm, that feels nice," she said. "So what about you?" she asked.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Do you like to be discreet, or are you a little more wild?"

"Umm… a little of both, I guess?" I said. 

"Me too," Shannon said. She sat up just enough to pull her leggings back up. "Sometimes I get a thrill from knowing I might get caught, and I love the freedom of just not giving a fuck and letting it go wherever and however I want. But there is also something sexy about being secretive, you know?" I heard another very faint hissing sound and could just barely see the crotch of her leggings glisten again.

"I do," I said.

"So which one are you feeling right now?" Shannon asked. Before I could answer, our train arrived. "Shit. Guess I'll have to wait to get my answer." She winked at me, and I felt that flutter in my heart again.

As you would expect, the three of us deliberately chose a train car that was empty and did not have anyone else entering. As soon as we entered, Mom walked over to one of the cushioned seats and lifted her skirt enough to set her bare ass on the seat. "Just getting ready," she said as she draped her skirt back over her legs. Shannon and I both laughed.

I took a seat in the row across from Mom, and to my surprise Shannon sat next to me to my right. She smiled, and I blushed again but smiled back. As the train began to move, Shannon leaned closer to me. "So," she said, "my question?"

Instead of answering her directly, I stood up from my seat and walked to one of the poles in the center of the car. Then I held onto the pole with one hand and pulled my leggings down to my knees with my other hand. I stood tall and then relaxed. Soon, a steady stream of pee dribbled messily from my pussy and splashed onto my leggings. I reached down and lifted my labia and sighed, and my stream became a heavier flow that sprayed out in front of me, splashing noisily onto the floor of the train car.

"Oh my," my mother said as she stared. Shannon was also staring, and I saw something in her eyes then: pure lust.

"Umm…, she said, "I'm sorry, but I'm just gonna say it. Your daughter has a very beautiful pussy, and I really want it, but I don't want to freak you out, so… um…."

"No, no, it's okay," Mom said. "You're both adults, and I'm not one to interfere with my daughter's love life." As soon as she said this, Shannon stood up and walked to me. I was still peeing, but it was now just a soft dribble that was falling into my leggings and trickling down my legs. "I'll just, umm," Mom said, "be over here enjoying myself." I glanced over at her and saw her close her eyes and then lift her skirt up again and spread her legs. I turned away to look at Shannon, but I could hear my Mom's pee dribbling into the seat between her legs, followed by a moan of relief and pleasure.

"Do what you want," I said to Shannon. As soon as I said this, she knelt down in front of me, placed her hands on my bare ass, and pulled my pussy to her lips. Soon, her tongue was probing my very wet slit, working its way around and up to my clit. I moaned and grabbed her hair. I looked down at Shannon and saw that she was also sliding her leggings down her voluptuous ass and to her knees. Then, as she continued to lick my pussy, she started to rub her own pussy. I could hear her fingers squishing into her as she rubbed herself. She sighed and sprayed a strong stream of pee onto the floor. "Ohh, fuck that's hot," I said. "Mmm, oh my god. Ohhh!" I could hear my mother panting and moaning and more dribbles and squirts of pee coming from her. Shannon was also moaning, which sent very pleasurable vibrations through my pussy. "Oh, fuck, I'm going to cum!" I cried. "Oh! Oh! OHHHHhhh!" I pulled away and squirted more pee onto my leggings and the floor.

I looked down at Shannon, who was now rubbing herself furiously and crying out. My mother had her legs up and spread and was also screaming and rubbing her pussy as a strong spray of pee squirted out of her.

Moments later, we all did our best to compose ourselves, but there was no hiding or denying the wetness all around us and the scent of our arousal.

"That was amazing," I said.

"I agree," Mom said. 

"And we haven't even made it to the club yet," Shannon said.

Next time I'll tell you about the club (I promise).

 

 

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Oof, that last one was a scorcher!

[Lutab 1,051]

Wow a hot one!

[wetwulf 3,322]

Dear Wet Carpet, 

Anna here to finally tell you about the club (for real this time). Once we got off the train, it was a short walk to what resembled a swanky apartment complex, but the windows were lit up with multi-colored rope lights, and there was music coming from inside. I thought I spotted the silhouettes of two people, a man and a woman, in one of the windows, embracing and kissing passionately. Shannon must have seen me looking because she took my arm and said, "There will be plenty more to see inside." 

Shannon led us to the door which had a keypad lock above the door knob. Shannon punched in a few numbers, the door beeped, and she turned the knob. Right away we were struck not just by the music but also the sights of people in various stages of dress. Several couples were making out heavily, and on a recliner near the door was a blonde woman fully nude riding atop a muscular guy with short brown hair. 

"Wow," my mother said. I looked at her and saw that her mouth was wide open with surprise. At first, I expected her to be nervous or uncomfortable, but what I saw in her expression instead was curiosity. "I'm sorry, Anna," she said, as if she knew my thoughts, "but I'm already so turned on." Mom slid one of her hands down to the crotch of her skirt and touched herself just briefly. She made a sound I've never heard her make before as she continued to take in the view.

"It's okay, Mom," I said. "We're here to enjoy ourselves, to let go."

"Mmm," Mom said. She was looking across the room at an older couple who were sitting on a sofa. The woman was plump but beautiful, and she was topless but was still wearing a tight and short skirt, which did nothing to hide her hairy pussy. The man, who might have been close to 50 but was still quite attractive, was kissing her large breasts. As we all looked, the plump girl sighed and right away a strong stream of pee squirted out of her pussy and splashed into the sofa cushion. The man continued to kiss her breasts but also reached his hand down and started to stroke the girl's pussy as she peed. "I think," my mother said but then hesitated.

"Do whatever you want," Shannon said. Mom nodded and walked over to the couple. The man and woman both saw her but did not stop what they were doing. I watched as my mother said something to them and then sat down directly next to the woman, hiking her skirt up as she did. The man stood up and knelt on the floor between both my mother and the other woman. Mom closed her eyes, and I could hear her moan as she started to pee. The man continued to rub the other woman but also started to rub my mother's pussy as she continued to pee. Then, to my surprise, as her pee started to slow to a trickle, the plump woman turned to my mother and started to kiss on her neck. My mother did not resist and even turned to lean over and kiss the woman's left breast. Then my mother scooted forward in her seat, and I watched as the man took his penis in his hand and guided it to my mother's awaiting pussy.

"Do you feel comfortable leaving her alone?" Shannon asked. "This is a safe place."

"Yes," I said, choosing to leave my mother to her pleasures. The truth was I was also envious. Even as Shannon guided me away and down a nearby hallway, I could hear my mother's familiar "Oh!" and wanted badly to feel that kind of pleasure and release.

"Don't worry," Shannon said, "your turn is coming." We passed a room where the sound of moaning could be heard clearly in the hallway, and as I glanced inside I saw a woman standing between two men, one with his dick buried in her pussy and the other in her ass. She looked like she was in ecstasy. In another room was a couple having sex on the floor as a redhead stood over them and unleashed a heavy spray of piss all over them. We finally stopped at a closed door. "This one is my favorite," Shannon said. She opened the door.

Inside resembled a bedroom with a king sized bed, covered with thick soft blankets. The floor was faux-wood laminate, but there was a plush throw rug on the floor at the foot of the bed, as well as one on each side. The walls were papered with a flowery wallpaper. "Is this… your bedroom?" I asked.

"Not exactly," Shannon said. "I mean it isn't where I sleep, but it is 'mine,' if you know what I mean?" Shannon guided me into the room and then shut the door behind her.

"So… we're alone?" I asked.

"Yes," Shannon said, "but we don't have to be. I can invite someone to join us if you'd like, or we can be alone." I continued to stare at the beauty and comfort of this room. "Because I'm a special guest at this club, I got permission from the owner to get this room designed just like a bedroom. You see, my wetting habits started at home in my bedroom, wetting my bed or on my rugs. So when I come here, this is where I feel the most connected to why I love to pee so much. It's not just the sexiness but also the freedom to just let it out and enjoy the feeling, you know?" Shannon walked to the bed and pulled the soft covers away. Then she hopped up onto the bed and smiled at me. "Come join me?" she asked.

I walked across to the other side, pulled the covers away, and climbed into the bed, as well. I realized right away that the bed was a perfectly normal bed. I had expected the mattress to be protected, but it was only covered by a fitted sheet. Shannon turned to me, and our eyes met. Then she leaned forward until our lips were touching. I scooted closer to her as she started to run her hand up and down my back. I moved away just long enough to remove my top. Shannon did the same, and we both unsnapped our bras. Then we scooted close together again until our breasts were touching. I moaned as we started kissing again.

Shannon was moving under the covers, and I realized she was sliding her leggings off. I did the same, and soon we were both fully naked and moving close together again. Then, with one deliberate movement, I could feel her mound touching mine, and I moaned again. "I have to--." I started to say.

"It's okay," Shannon said, "Go ahead." She leaned in and kissed me. I relaxed into the erotic feeling of her soft skin against mine, and soon I could feel my own warm pee bursting out of my pussy and soaking into the mattress beneath me.

"Oh!" I cried out as Shannon grabbed my ass, pulled me closer, and started to rub her pussy against mine, soaking us both with my messy stream of pee. I could feel her pussy lips touching mine, our clits actually making contact in the slick wetness of my warm pee. "Oh my god!" Shannon chuckled and nibbled my ear. Then she sighed, and I felt another warm splash of pee as she also let go. "Mmm! Oh fuck!" I screamed as I climaxed, and seconds later Shannon cried out, as well.

Once our moaning stopped, Shannon rolled over and sighed as she emptied her bladder fully into the bed. "So," she said, still peeing, "do you only like women?"

"Ummm, no, actually," I said.

"Good," she said. She sat up and kissed me on the forehead. "I'll be right back. You just lay here and relax." She giggled and then hopped out of bed and walked out the door. I relaxed into the wetness of the bed and soon realized I had to pee again. I closed my eyes and just let it happen, feeling the warm wetness splash against my inner thighs and soak into the bed. I touched myself as I peed, opening my labia and feeling the messy pee spray my legs and splash against the sheets. Soon the door clicked and opened, and Shannon entered with a young, naked, brown-haired man with a scruffy beard. 

"Just checked on your mom," Shannon said. "She's still with that same couple. The guy was giving it to her from behind while she was watching the other woman soak the couch some more. She's definitely enjoying herself."

"That's good," I said. I kept staring at the young man, who wasn't ripped but still noticeably fit. He also had an impressive and fully erect penis.

"Oh, this is Danny," Shannon said. "Danny, meet my new friend."

"Hello," Danny said, and he looked at me with an expression of desire that I hadn't seen from a guy in some time.

"Hi," I said. 

"I'm just going to cut to it," Shannon said. "With your permission, Danny would like to fuck both of us." I swallowed nervously and looked at both of them. I did want them both, but if I agreed this would be my first ever threesome. "It's okay," Shannon said. "Take your time, or you can say no, or if you want Danny, he can fuck you now and then fuck me later. It's your choice." I bit my lip and smiled.

"Yes," I said.

"Yes what?" Shannon asked.

"Yes, I want both of you." Shannon squeaked with delight.

"You won't be sorry," she said. Then they both approached the bed. I scooted into the middle, and soon they were both next to me, Shannon on my right and Danny on my left. They wasted no time at all. Danny went down and started to lick my pussy, which was still very wet. Shannon started kissing my right breast and soon had my nipple in her mouth.

"Oh, wow, holy shit," I said, feeling waves of pure pleasure and bliss wash over me. I could also feel Danny's cock brushing against my left hip, so I reached my left hand down and started to stroke him. Not wanting to forget Shannon, I reached my right hand down until I could feel her wet pussy and started rubbing. She moaned and started to wriggle her hips against my hand while still sucking on and kissing my breast. We continued this fondling and kissing for a few minutes, all three of us enjoying the erotic sensations.

Just as I thought I was going to cum again, Danny stopped licking and Shannon stopped kissing my boobs. Then Shannon sat up and straddled me until our naked pussies were touching. Then she leaned down and rested on her arms, our breasts meeting and pressing against each other. She kissed me passionately and then pulled away. "Do you trust me?" she asked.

"Yes," I said.

"Then just relax and enjoy yourself," she said. She sighed, and I could feel something warm splash against my pussy and knew she was pissing on me. Then seconds later I saw Danny move closer and could feel the head of his cock right at the edge of my slit. I moaned and gasped as he entered me fully and then pulled out again. Then I heard Shannon moan and gasp and realized he had just entered her, as well. Then he was back inside me again, slowly, then back out. 

After a few more thrusts like this, Shannon sank down lower, putting her pussy even closer to mine until I could feel our labia touching. Then I felt Danny's cock slide between our pussy lips, and this sent shivers all through me as the head of his dick kept rubbing against my clit. "Oh my god, that's… oh, I'm gonna… Oh!" A warm jet of pee burst out of me, soaking his cock, my and Shannon's pussies, and the bed beneath me. Shannon screamed as she orgasmed, and I heard Danny grunt and felt his warm and sticky cum squirt onto my lower tummy.

As Danny slipped his cock out, Shannon leaned down and kissed me. "Thank you for trusting me," she said.

"Thank you for bringing me here," I said. As Danny quietly left the room, Shannon and I continued to kiss for a few minutes. Then she climbed off of me, and we got dressed, not caring that our clothes were now wet and a little sticky with Danny's cum, and reluctantly left the room.

When we walked back into the front room, I saw mom, fully dressed now but reclining alone on the sofa in an obvious post-orgasmic bliss. "You ready to go?" I asked.

"Mmm, if we must," Mom said. "Just let me… Oh." I heard the familiar hissing sound as she peed through her skirt and into the sofa cushion. "Mmm. So warm." She sat up and spread her legs as the hissing sound increased and she emptied the rest of her bladder. "Okay, I'm ready."

Shannon escorted us out and stopped at the front entrance. "Can I see you again?" she asked.

"Absolutely," I said.

"You know where to find me," she said. Then she leaned in and our lips met, more passionately than erotically this time. Then she closed the door. There was a cab right next to the club, so Mom and I got in and told the driver my address. It had been an amazing night, and I felt like it could only get better.

Thanks for being patient. I'll have more stories for you later.
 

Edited September 22, 2021 by wetwulf

[cjm3rcl1n3 52]

Ho. Ly. Shit. Anna's stories just keep getting hotter and hotter. Thanks for them!

[steve25805 125,787]

Dear Wet Carpet.

I'm an 18 year old student now who has just left home and moved into my own flat. This is me....

I had a slightly unconventional upbringing, since my parents used to attend fetish clubs and had a thing about peeing. They never took me obviously since it was adults only. But sometimes they'd host parties at home during which they and their adult guests would frequently pee on the kitchen floor for fun. Mum would mop it all up in the morning. A couple of times I walked in on mum squatting and peeing on the bathroom floor right in front of the toilet - apparently just for fun. She just matter of factly carried on doing it whislt talking to me.  So I grew up in an environment where peeing in naughty places for fun was normalised. Of course, I started doing it myself. And I enjoyed it. One time mum walked in on me peeing on the kitchen table, but she just laughed and let me carry on. She just told me to make sure I cleaned it up afterwards. It never occurred to me that she might react differently. I would sometimes notice random wet patches on carpets and kind of knew why. One time when I came home unexpectedly I caught mum holding dad's dick in the living room and grinning at the sight of him pissing right there on the carpet. Another time I saw mum and a couple of her friends all squatting and peeing on the bed in the spare room. So I thought nothing of peeing on my bedroom carpet just for the hell of it. Mum walked in on me once but just squatted and peed on the carpet herselfby way of reassurance. And because she likes doing things like that.

I know this all might sound weird to your readers but all this seemed natural and normal to me. Though I was no fool and soon realised that this was not considered normal behaviour by most people. So outside the family home I was a lot more careful, and never invited anyone home. But occasionally I would linger at the end of a schoolday and as soon as the classroom was empty, I'd pee on the classroom floor. But disaster happened. One day my female maths teacher - whom I had a crush on - returned unexpectedly and caught me mid flow. I stopped as soon as I could but anticipated a massive telling off. But she simply mildly rebuked me for taking such risks, told me to clean it up and said that if I did so she would say nothing to anyone else this time. She just advised me not to do such things in school because you never knew who might be around, and most people would have been far tougher on her. Nothing more was ever said, but I thought she was so cool. She was only a few years older than me and probably newly out of teacher training. This is her....

Anyway, I left school and went on to uni, never really expecting to see her again. But last night in one of the pubs I saw her drinking alone. I couldn't believe it. So I broke loose from my fellow students and got chatting to her. Turns out she'd agreed to meet some woman for a date but the woman never showed up. Anyway we got chatting and drinking, and eventually the time she'd caught me peeing in the classroom on the floor came up and I asked her why she was so cool about it. That's when she introduced me to this great magazine. Turns out that she has a thing about peeing as well. I told her about my family situation and how cool they were with it. She said that I was lucky because her parents went ballistic when they caught her peeing on the carpet in the corner of her bedroom.

Anyway, since I was now 18 and no longer her student she made clear that she was interested in some pee fun. She invited me to a corner of the pub which was not easily viewed from the bar, where we sat with our backs against the wall  behind a table. She shuffled to the front of the seat, raised the back of her short skirt, opened her legs and pulled her panties aside, inviting me to look. I couldn't believe it. There was my former teacher's blonde muff. And she was pissing right there on the carpeted floor under the table. She laughed, "I couldn't show you this when you were a minor, but you see? I like to be naughty too."

She peed for ages as well and made a huge mess on the carpet, which I just added to, pissing under the table as well.

Anyway, we ended up going back to my new flat, my former teacher laughing about how the living room carpet needed christening. 

And so it happened, we both ended up squatting in the middle of my living room a few feet apart but facing each other, panties tossed aside and skirts hoisted. And both of us were grinning with glee as we pissed right there on the carpet. It was such a turn on, not only doing it myself but watching my former teacher pissing there too.

When we were done we chatted and had a few more drinks, getting quite drunk in the end. During the course of this she told me that she'd once had a brief affair with the headmaster who must have been 20 years older than her. Apparently his thing was to have her piss all over him in his kitchen. This blew my mind.

Anyway, just before she ordered a taxi she said she needed to pee again - as did I - and suggested we christen my bedroom. So we walked into the room where I immediately popped a squat beside my bed and peed right there on the carpet. I kind of assumed she would join me but she just stood there enjoying the show. Then when I was done she drunkenly laughed, "Here's something to remember me by", as she climbed up onto my bed and squatted in the middle of it. I couldn't believe it. And she fucking did it as well, laughing with drunken glee as she pissed right there on my bed. Fucking loads as well. When she was done she laughed,"Have fun sleeping in that tonight."

Well I did, once she had left. At least at first. I got into that pissy wet bed, relishing the feel of her wet piss all over me, fingering myself to orgasm, before going to sleep. But I did wake up in the night feeling cold and wet so had to decamp to the sofa. Though I thought I might as well pee on the bed again myself first. Well why not? 

Anyway, right now I have a living room carpet partly soaked with pee, another wet patch on my bedroom carpet, bedsheets in the wash and bare mattress leaning against the bedroom wall to dry out.

Anyway, I hope to see my former teacher again. Maybe next time I will get to pee all over her carpets.

Right, having written this letter, I need another pee. Think I will just go and do it on the kitchen floor.

Bye for now.
 

 

[steve25805 125,787]

Dear Wet Carpet. 

I am a 40 year old businesswoman and charity worker. One of those pillars of the community types. At least that is what most people seem to think. This is me...

I have always lived a normal, morally upstanding life. I never even knew this magazing existed until a couple of months ago. 

But you see, I have these last few months been seeing this guy  who is a lot younger than me - only 29 - and he has this thing about watching me pee. Anywhere. I was weirded out when he first brought it up but found the notion of peeing in front of him in some random place a bit of a turn on, which surprised me. I guess the notion of me, a respectable middle aged woman who is certainly old enough to know better, just peeing on the floor on purpose is so naughty that it's a turn on. Could I actually do it? A part of me wanted to, but I was wrestling with my conscience. If he had wanted me to do it in my own home I would probably have said no. But he was happy for me to do it in his, in fact eager for me to. And he introduced me to this magazine which I have been reading ever since.

Well after a few glasses of wine with him at his place one day I agreed to pee on his bathroom floor. It was such a huge turn on when I did it, blatantly ignoring the toilet which was right there, and deliberately peeing on the floor in front of it. And I got such a buzz out of doing it - and just leaving it there for him to clean up.

After that I was hooked. It has now become a regular activity of mine at his place. I usually try to deliberately hold on to my pee whenever I am visiting, so that I arrive with a full bladder. And since he has given me carte blanche I really do pee just about anywhere and everywhere. Not only on his bathroom floor but on the kitchen floor too. And on the kitchen table. And even on his bedroom and living room carpets. I even get up and pee on his sofa sometimes. 

I also get him to piss against his bedroom wall or on the carpet, so that I can watch him doing it. It turns me on.

I can't believe I am into doing all this stuff but it seems so much fun.

[steve25805 125,787]

@wetwulf, I so rarely read the longer stories anymore but so glad I read yours just now.

Nice one.

[wetguy321 67]

13 hours ago, steve25805 said:

Dear Wet Carpet.

I'm an 18 year old student now who has just left home and moved into my own flat. This is me....

I had a slightly unconventional upbringing, since my parents used to attend fetish clubs and had a thing about peeing. They never took me obviously since it was adults only. But sometimes they'd host parties at home during which they and their adult guests would frequently pee on the kitchen floor for fun. Mum would mop it all up in the morning. A couple of times I walked in on mum squatting and peeing on the bathroom floor right in front of the toilet - apparently just for fun. She just matter of factly carried on doing it whislt talking to me.  So I grew up in an environment where peeing in naughty places for fun was normalised. Of course, I started doing it myself. And I enjoyed it. One time mum walked in on me peeing on the kitchen table, but she just laughed and let me carry on. She just told me to make sure I cleaned it up afterwards. It never occurred to me that she might react differently. I would sometimes notice random wet patches on carpets and kind of knew why. One time when I came home unexpectedly I caught mum holding dad's dick in the living room and grinning at the sight of him pissing right there on the carpet. Another time I saw mum and a couple of her friends all squatting and peeing on the bed in the spare room. So I thought nothing of peeing on my bedroom carpet just for the hell of it. Mum walked in on me once but just squatted and peed on the carpet herselfby way of reassurance. And because she likes doing things like that.

I know this all might sound weird to your readers but all this seemed natural and normal to me. Though I was no fool and soon realised that this was not considered normal behaviour by most people. So outside the family home I was a lot more careful, and never invited anyone home. But occasionally I would linger at the end of a schoolday and as soon as the classroom was empty, I'd pee on the classroom floor. But disaster happened. One day my female maths teacher - whom I had a crush on - returned unexpectedly and caught me mid flow. I stopped as soon as I could but anticipated a massive telling off. But she simply mildly rebuked me for taking such risks, told me to clean it up and said that if I did so she would say nothing to anyone else this time. She just advised me not to do such things in school because you never knew who might be around, and most people would have been far tougher on her. Nothing more was ever said, but I thought she was so cool. She was only a few years older than me and probably newly out of teacher training. This is her....

Anyway, I left school and went on to uni, never really expecting to see her again. But last night in one of the pubs I saw her drinking alone. I couldn't believe it. So I broke loose from my fellow students and got chatting to her. Turns out she'd agreed to meet some woman for a date but the woman never showed up. Anyway we got chatting and drinking, and eventually the time she'd caught me peeing in the classroom on the floor came up and I asked her why she was so cool about it. That's when she introduced me to this great magazine. Turns out that she has a thing about peeing as well. I told her about my family situation and how cool they were with it. She said that I was lucky because her parents went ballistic when they caught her peeing on the carpet in the corner of her bedroom.

Anyway, since I was now 18 and no longer her student she made clear that she was interested in some pee fun. She invited me to a corner of the pub which was not easily viewed from the bar, where we sat with our backs against the wall  behind a table. She shuffled to the front of the seat, raised the back of her short skirt, opened her legs and pulled her panties aside, inviting me to look. I couldn't believe it. There was my former teacher's blonde muff. And she was pissing right there on the carpeted floor under the table. She laughed, "I couldn't show you this when you were a minor, but you see? I like to be naughty too."

She peed for ages as well and made a huge mess on the carpet, which I just added to, pissing under the table as well.

Anyway, we ended up going back to my new flat, my former teacher laughing about how the living room carpet needed christening. 

And so it happened, we both ended up squatting in the middle of my living room a few feet apart but facing each other, panties tossed aside and skirts hoisted. And both of us were grinning with glee as we pissed right there on the carpet. It was such a turn on, not only doing it myself but watching my former teacher pissing there too.

When we were done we chatted and had a few more drinks, getting quite drunk in the end. During the course of this she told me that she'd once had a brief affair with the headmaster who must have been 20 years older than her. Apparently his thing was to have her piss all over him in his kitchen. This blew my mind.

Anyway, just before she ordered a taxi she said she needed to pee again - as did I - and suggested we christen my bedroom. So we walked into the room where I immediately popped a squat beside my bed and peed right there on the carpet. I kind of assumed she would join me but she just stood there enjoying the show. Then when I was done she drunkenly laughed, "Here's something to remember me by", as she climbed up onto my bed and squatted in the middle of it. I couldn't believe it. And she fucking did it as well, laughing with drunken glee as she pissed right there on my bed. Fucking loads as well. When she was done she laughed,"Have fun sleeping in that tonight."

Well I did, once she had left. At least at first. I got into that pissy wet bed, relishing the feel of her wet piss all over me, fingering myself to orgasm, before going to sleep. But I did wake up in the night feeling cold and wet so had to decamp to the sofa. Though I thought I might as well pee on the bed again myself first. Well why not? 

Anyway, right now I have a living room carpet partly soaked with pee, another wet patch on my bedroom carpet, bedsheets in the wash and bare mattress leaning against the bedroom wall to dry out.

Anyway, I hope to see my former teacher again. Maybe next time I will get to pee all over her carpets.

Right, having written this letter, I need another pee. Think I will just go and do it on the kitchen floor.

Bye for now.
 

 

Amazing story, would love to hear more!

[wetwulf 3,322]

9 hours ago, steve25805 said:

@wetwulf, I so rarely read the longer stories anymore but so glad I read yours just now.

Nice one.

Thank you. That is a very high compliment. I am loving your stories, as well!

[muffinhuntr 1,213]

Dear Wet Carpet,

I didn’t mean to, honest, but the door was open and I peeked in.

Let me explain. My name is Nathan, everyone calls me Nate. I am a 20 year old guy who lives with an older sister, Natalie, and Mom, Karen. Our cousin Teresa arrived at our house yesterday, but I was working and didn’t see her. Today I saw ALL of her!

Teresa was my dream girl ever since we played “Doctor” games when we were kids. To me she was perfection and I spent many nights masturbating to her memory. Now she was standing in front of the mirror, completely naked, feeling herself up, when she turned to face me and started to piss. She was oblivious to everything as she pissed, her stream jetting out in front of her, cascading to the floor and puddling at her feet while she frigged herself madly. Pee splashed everywhere as she worked her trimmed cunt mercilessly and felt her smallish tits with the other hand. She must have had to go really bad because the pee kept pouring out of her while she masturbated. Finally she came, stopped peeing and held onto the sink for support as she panted with the exertion of the furious masturbation and the resulting orgasm. She turned and started the shower and I saw her whole ass and the little bullet hole as she bent over, then she turned to face me and finally saw me. I saw her gasp and the surprised face as she caught a glimpse of me watching, but she immediately smiled and spread her legs, touched herself and put a finger in her pussy. When she licked off the cum and pee I came in my pants and I was still shooting my load when she gave me a big smile and giggled, then shut the door and started her shower.

My question is, do you think I have a chance with my dream girl?

[Sophie 24,369]

@muffinhuntr I have merged your story with this thread 

[muffinhuntr 1,213]

6 hours ago, Sophie said:

@muffinhuntr I have merged your story with this thread 

Thanks Sophie. I thought I was posting to this thread. Guess I f'ed up again! Sorry.

 

[steve25805 125,787]

Dear Wet Carpet.

I am a 46 year old headmistress at a comprehensive school in Devon. I am generally regarded by all who know me as a respectable person. This is me.....

But I have this thing that I like to do from time to time. I have done it since way back when I lived at home with my parents. Basically, before going to bed, or when I get up in the morning, or if I need to go in the middle of the night, I like to just pee on the floor beside the bed, on the carpet. Not only do I find it more convenient, it actually feels quite liberating and a bit of a turn on. My husband is happy to let me do it. Sometimes he likes to watch. I don't do it too often because I don't want to ruin the carpet, or have the room stink too badly of pee. But every now and again it is one of my naughty pleasures.

Sometimes my husband has me do other things. Only yesterday he had me pee all over the kitchen floor. I agreed to do it if he was going to clean up afterwards. Have done that a few times. And then there was the time he got me to pee on the dining room table. I get a kick out of doing things like that.

There was also one occasion when my husband and I had had a few glasses of wine when he dared me to pee right there on the living room carpet. And I did, over in the corner. It was a very big puddle, lol. We left that one to dry out and were going to blame the dog if anyone noticed, but no one did. It dried within a day or two, and no one seemed to notice any smell. But we used lots of air freshener just in case and kept the windows open when we were home, it being summer at the time.

One occasion after a few drinks both my husband and I decided that it would be fun to go and pee on the bed in the spare room. First of all I got up on it and squatted in the middle of it and just peed right there with gleeful abandon. Then my husband stood there aiming his penis all around to pee al over it.

Next day we had to remove all the pissy sheets and put them in the wash whilst leaning the mattress against the wall to dry. But we actually had to throw it out in the end because of the obvious pee stains, and get a new one. So we decided it was best not to repeat that. 

Anyway, having been reading your magazine for years I thought it was time I shared all that with you.

[wetwulf 3,322]

Dear Wet Carpet, 

It's Anna again. I've been asked by several of your readers to keep sharing stories of myself and my mother with you, and I am happy to do so as long as there are stories to tell. I'm sure it comes as no surprise to you that a lot has changed for my mother and me since our wetting adventures started and certainly since our experience with the club (see my previous letter). 

My mother has become much bolder and more open about both her peeing and her sexual desires. A few nights after the club, we were relaxing and reading in the living room when I heard my mother sigh. I looked up from my book to see her sliding her leggings off and then parting her legs as a steady stream of pee sprayed from her crotch and started to form a puddle between her legs that slowly soaked into the recliner cushion. Then Mom randomly said, "I can't stop thinking about the other night. Ohh." Her flow of pee increased, and I could hear it hissing and splashing into the material of the cushion.

"Same here," I said. I slid my pants down,  as well, and placed my bare bottom on the couch cushion. Then I sighed and just fully emptied my bladder into my couch, moaning with relief as I did.

"I'm sorry to be so crass, but I need to be fucked again," Mom said.

"Mom!" I said, but I laughed.

"It's true!" Mom said. "My pussy has been aching for it ever since that night." She wasn't wrong. I also had not been able to stop thinking about that night, so much so that I've had to masturbate to the memory of my time with Shannon. It was also killing me that I had been too busy with work to make the trip into town to see her. Although the thought also made my heart and stomach flutter with anxiety.

About a week later, I was on my way to work when my mother called me. "So," she said, "would you worry too much if I came home late tonight… or maybe didn't come home tonight at all?" I gasped.

"Um, no," I said. "You're an adult, Mom. But now I want to know why." Mom laughed.

"I kind of… made plans with a guy from work," she said. "His name is Luke."

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" I asked. As I was talking to her, I started to feel some pressure in my bladder. I had already finished off a bottle of water and a cup of coffee. I approached a stoplight and took the opportunity to raise my bottom and slide my skirt up out of the way. Then I sat my bare ass down into the seat and relaxed. Soon my pee was dribbling out of me slowly, tickling my slit as it ran down into my seat, warming my crotch and bottom.

"Well, we've been flirting with each other off and on for a little while now," Mom said. "He's divorced, too. He just kind of subtly mentioned something about how he's ready to get back out there but not really looking for anything exclusive. So I just took a risk and told him I've been feeling the same way. So he asked if I was busy tonight, and I said I wasn't." As my dribbling pee increased to a full flow, I could not hold back a sigh. "Are you peeing right now?" Mom asked.

"I am," I said. "I'll be fine if you want to go out, Mom. Just maybe let me know if you're going to spend the night." Mom agreed to text me and let me know. "Wait," I said, "does he know about your peeing habits?" There was a few seconds of silence, and then Mom finally spoke up.

"Yes," she said shyly. Mom explained that she was able to sneak to the storage room where she had peed a few times. She honestly thought she was alone in the office, but just she pulled her dress up and knelt into a squat and started peeing over the carpet in a corner of the room, the door opened and there stood Luke. From Mom's position, there was no way he could have missed seeing her nor any way for her to hide what she was doing. Mom said both of them just stared for a moment. Mom finally apologized but didn't stop peeing as she explained that she had to go badly and didn't know if she could make it all the way to the bathroom. 

"Luke just looked at me and also apologized for startling me," Mom said. "But then he told me not to worry about it and that he'd heard sometimes employees sneak in here for the same reason. Then I kid you not he confessed that was the reason he came into the storage room." Mom said she told him she didn't mind if he had to go. Luke thanked her and then walked over to where there was a cluster of office furniture. Mom said she couldn't see anything, but seconds after Luke stood still she could hear a pattering sound that suggested he was either pissing on the carpeted floor or onto one of the chair cushions.

"I was done peeing," Mom said, "so I just stood up and got the heck out of there because I was so horny that if he had said he wanted to fuck me right then and there, I would not have been able to resist." Mom said the next day when they saw each other, it was kind of awkward, but then Luke brought it up by asking Mom how often she pees in the storage room. "I know it was risky, but I told him everything. He listened, and that's when I saw the bulge in his pants growing." Mom said this is when the flirting really started, followed soon by his invitation for her to go out with him.

I reassured her that I would be fine if she went out and that I was happy for her for owning her pleasure. "Thank you," Mom said. "Now if you'll excuse me." I heard her moving around.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"I need to pee," she said. "I found this soft cushion for office chairs, so I put it on my chair. Ahhhhh, that's better." I could just barely hear a soft hissing sound. "Anyway, mmm," she said, "I'll text you later to let you know I'm safe."

Surprisingly, knowing I would have the evening at home alone actually excited me. All day at work I thought about what I could do home alone. I could sit around the house naked, maybe watch some naughty videos online, and if I needed to pee I could just let it so.

The hours at work crawled by. When it was finally time to clock out, my bladder was about to explode. I rushed to my car, and even though part of me really wanted to save all my pee for my fun at home, my bladder had other plans. As soon as I sat in my car seat, I didn't even have time to move my skirt out of the way before a spurt of piss started to soak my inner thighs. I didn't even try to stop it and just relaxed and let it go, feeling my warm pee hiss out of me and soak my crotch and my car seat, slowly absorbing into the cushion. I relaxed and enjoyed the soothing warmth, which seemed to go on for at least a full minute. When I finally finished I started my car and drove out of the parking garage. 

I stopped at the store on the way home and bought several big bottles of water. I started drinking the first one as soon as I got to the car. By the time I got home, I was already feeling slight pressure in my bladder. I walked up to the front porch, and as I was putting the key in the lock I felt a wave of pressure, but I held on because I knew what I wanted to do. I finally unlocked the door, ran into the front room, and hurriedly tossed my purse on the floor, kicked off my shoes,, stripped off my skirt, yanked my top off, and then unsnapped my bra until I was standing there in the front room fully naked.

I giggled and walked over to the couch and flopped down onto it, reclining my head back onto the armrest with my knees bent in front of me on the couch. Then, as another wave of pressure came I sighed and let go. Right away a burst of pee sprayed out of me and arced up slightly and splattered onto the couch cushion between my legs. I could feel it splashing my legs and thighs, and I moaned with relief. Then I put my legs down and felt my warm pee soaking into the cushion under my bottom and squirting against my inner thighs. I emptied the rest of my bladder like this, enjoying the warmth of my pee soaking into the couch.

After I finished peeing, I sat up and turned the TV to Netflix. I started watching an episode of Umbrella Academy. I tried watching it with Mom once, but she was so confused and kept asking questions, so this was a great time to catch up. I opened another bottle of water and relaxed, enjoying the feeling of the soft fabric of the couch against my naked skin. Less than an hour into the episode, I had to pee again. Not wanting to interrupt the show, I just opened my legs and let go, enjoying the warm wetness as my pee sprayed out of me and soaked into the couch.

After the episode ended, I turned the TV off and stood up, feeling tiny drops of pee run down from my bottom to the backs of my legs. I grabbed the water bottle and walked to the kitchen to make something for dinner. I wasn't thrilled about cooking with the oven or stove while naked, so I opened the freezer, grabbed a frozen meal, and put it in the microwave. As I was waiting for the meal to cook, I needed to pee again. I looked around, trying to think of a good place to pee. The more I looked the more I kept coming back to the open space right in the middle of the kitchen floor. The flooring is linoleum, so I knew it would make quite a mess that I would need to clean up, which excited me even more. And I knew I wanted to feel that mess as much as possible.

I knelt on the kitchen floor as the first tiny squirts of pee started to leak out. I adjusted myself and lay on my back, already feeling the drops that had fallen when I was kneeling. I relaxed and let another squirt of pee seep out and trickle down my crack. Then I scooted forward, feeling the wetness of the small puddle touch my back. The microwave beeped, but at that moment I didn't care about food. I was hungry for something else. Next, I did something I had been wanting to do but didn't have the guts to try until then. I raised my legs up and pointed my ass and pussy up towards the ceiling. Then I exhaled and released the hold on my bladder. My pee flow started as a trickle but soon became a fountain that squirted up and then dribbled down my stomach and to my breasts. I gasped at the warm feeling as I deliberately pissed all over myself, the warm flow tickling my clit. I could also feel it running down my sides and pooling on the floor under me. I started to rub my slit as I peed, and I knew it wouldn't take long for me to cum. As the flow increased, splashing my breasts, I finally lost all control and screamed as I climaxed. When I finished peeing, I put my legs down and just lay there, feeling the warm puddle under me.

My phone ringing brought me out of my blissful rest. I got up and answered it as I was taking my food out of the microwave and carried it to the dining table. It was my mother. "Hey, I am definitely not coming home tonight," she said. I laughed as I sat at the table. Mom explained that they barely made it out of town before things got interesting. "He offered to drive since we were going to his place. I was kind of disappointed because I had to pee and was planning to go in the car. Well, after about thirty minutes, I started feeling the pressure. He must have noticed because he asked me if I was okay. I asked him how much further his place was because I really had to pee. Then he asked me how bad it was, and I told him it was getting there. And then he said, 'Well, if you can't hold it anymore, I understand.' I stared at him and said, 'I can't just pee in your car.' He said, 'I mean, if you can't hold it, do what you gotta do.' I asked him, 'Are you sure?' He nodded. So I said, 'Okay, it's your car, and I can't hold it anymore.' I sat back in the seat, opened my legs, and just let go. His car has cloth seats like yours, and it felt so good soaking through my skirt and into the seat." Mom paused, and I heard her sigh. "You probably don't want to hear the rest," she said.

"Mom, I saw what you were doing at the party. I like knowing you're enjoying yourself, but if you don't feel comfortable telling me, that's fine, too."

"Okay then," she continued. "I saw him trying to focus on the road, but he kept looking over at me. So I lifted the front of my skirt so he could see my pee coming out and soaking into his car seat. I was getting so horny, so I grabbed his free hand and guided it to my pussy. He knew exactly what to do and started fingering me while I was still peeing. Then just when I thought I was going to cum, he took his hand away. 'Not yet,' he said. Then a few minutes later he pulled up in front of a small but nice house with a garage. He put the car in park and then turned to me. I could see in his eyes that he wanted me, so I reached over and unzipped his pants. Let's just say I was surprised. I stroked him, and then I went down on him. I did this for a few minutes, and then I knew I wanted him, too, so I climbed over into the driver's seat and climbed on top of him, and we did it right there in his car."

There was something sweet in hearing my mom say "did it" instead of something like "fucked," and I laughed. "Sounds like fun," I said. "What are you all doing now?"

"He's in the bathroom right now. I'm just relaxing on his couch. What are you doing?"

"Not much," I said. I felt a small wave of pressure in my bladder, so I just spread my legs and peed onto the dining chair. My pee squirted out in front of me and dripped onto the kitchen floor. "Just relaxing."

"Yeah yeah," Mom said, "you're probably running around naked, pissing all over the place." I laughed. 

"You got me," I said as my pee flow eased to a drip. "I love you. Just be careful, and don't fall for this guy."

"Don't worry about that," Mom said. "And I love you, too."

We hung up, and I finished my dinner and then walked to the bathroom to grab some towels. I dropped them over the wet spots in the kitchen and walked to my bedroom. I opened another bottle of water and took a big drink. I grabbed a book from my bookshelf and then climbed onto my bed. The sheets and blankets were so comfortable against my bare skin. I snuggled up and sat back against the headboard with my book and started reading. It was one of those romance novels that are usually not very well written, but the sex scenes are always steamy and hot. 

As I came to one of these scenes in the book, I could feel my pussy getting wet just picturing it in my mind. I reached down and just gently stroked my pussy while still reading. Then as the scene in the book got really hot, I rubbed a little more furiously and slid my finger into my pussy a few times. I rubbed my clit and could also feel the pressure in my bladder growing. I kept reading and soon my orgasm was building. "Oh my god, I'm gonna come!" I put the book down and rubbed even harder. I gasped and screamed and bucked my hips as I climaxed, and at the same time my bladder let loose and a warm stream of pee sprayed out of my pussy and soaked my fingers, my thighs, and the sheets. "Oh, fuck, I'm soaking the bed! Oh god this feels so good!" I groaned with relief and pleasure as I came really hard, still peeing and making a mess in my bed. When my orgasm ended, I just relaxed and enjoyed the soothing warmth of the last bit of my pee as it seeped into the sheets and my mattress.

After laying there for a few minutes, I sat up and decided that as fun as this time alone was, I wanted to get dressed and go out, but without Mom this time. And I knew exactly where I wanted to go. I just hoped I could get to the restaurant before it closed and hope that Shannon was working that evening.

In my next letter, I'll let you know if I got lucky. 

Anna
 

[muffinhuntr 1,213]

On 10/1/2021 at 3:02 PM, muffinhuntr said:

Dear Wet Carpet,

I didn’t mean to, honest, but the door was open and I peeked in.

Let me explain. My name is Nathan, everyone calls me Nate. I am a 20 year old guy who lives with an older sister, Natalie, and Mom, Karen. Our cousin Teresa arrived at our house yesterday, but I was working and didn’t see her. Today I saw ALL of her!

Teresa was my dream girl ever since we played “Doctor” games when we were kids. To me she was perfection and I spent many nights masturbating to her memory. Now she was standing in front of the mirror, completely naked, feeling herself up, when she turned to face me and started to piss. She was oblivious to everything as she pissed, her stream jetting out in front of her, cascading to the floor and puddling at her feet while she frigged herself madly. Pee splashed everywhere as she worked her trimmed cunt mercilessly and felt her smallish tits with the other hand. She must have had to go really bad because the pee kept pouring out of her while she masturbated. Finally she came, stopped peeing and held onto the sink for support as she panted with the exertion of the furious masturbation and the resulting orgasm. She turned and started the shower and I saw her whole ass and the little bullet hole as she bent over, then she turned to face me and finally saw me. I saw her gasp and the surprised face as she caught a glimpse of me watching, but she immediately smiled and spread her legs, touched herself and put a finger in her pussy. When she licked off the cum and pee I came in my pants and I was still shooting my load when she gave me a big smile and giggled, then shut the door and started her shower.

My question is, do you think I have a chance with my dream girl?

Dear Wet Carpet,

My name is Teresa and I’m a pee freak. I’ve been into pee since my cousins and I played “doctor” and watched each other pee when we were kids, I like to piss in places I’m not supposed to and sometimes I like other people to secretly see me relieve myself. I especially like wetting my panties when I’m desperate to go.

I got accepted to a school near where my Aunt Karen lives, and my cousin Natalie got accepted there, too. We are the same age and get along famously so me moving in was logical. Nate was Natalie’s younger brother and went to another school close by.

The day I came over, I knew everybody was working and I would be alone so I went into the bathroom to take a shower. I stripped down naked and realized I had to pee so I just started peeing on the floor and, getting excited by my piss, I started masturbating, rubbing my cunt furiously, trying to extract every bit of pleasure from my pee. My urine splashed everywhere as I worked my slit into a slather as I got more and more excited. My piss stream slowed and stopped and I came, hard, rubbing my clit until I was exhausted with the effort. Finally, the orgasmic contractions racing through my cunt subsided and the desperate thrusting of my hips slowed from their rapid pace. I shuddered, my body quivering as I gasped trying to catch my breath, holding on to the sink. I put the shower on turning completely around as I did so and I caught a glimpse of my cousin Nate watching me, so I decided to give him a show. I stood, totally naked, and gave him a full frontal view, fondling my breasts and fingering my pussy as I did so. I saw the tent in his bands and when I licked my pussy juice and pee from my finger I think he came in his pants, as there was a big wet spot at his crotch. I closed the door and hopped in the shower, but I’m wondering if he would consider fucking me while I piss or is he disgusted with me?

[steve25805 125,787]

Dear Wet Carpet. 

Last night the girl from the flat opposite mine was in my place enjoying a few drinks. We were kind of hitting it off and having a laugh. This is her sitting on my sofa....

Well she was getting quite tipsy and giggly when she announced that she needed to pee.

Then she blew my mind by recalling a detail about her previous boyfriend, who apparently liked to watch her pee on his bedroom floor, on the carpet. She said it felt quite liberatingly naughty and fun to just pee on the floor, right there on someone else;s carpet right in front of them. She said that being watched by some guy as she peed on his carpet was quite a turn on.

Well this was my cue. I suggested shge pee right there on my living room carpet. She giggled, "Are you sure?"

I sure was.

So in no time at all she'd removed her panties and was squatting in the middle of my living room with her short skirt hoisted above her waist. 

And then she did it. A loud hissing filled the room as her pee sprayed forcefully down onto the carpet, a golden tinged torrent.  The sight of her squatting there, grinning with glee, as her hissy pee splashed down was awesome. The splashing sound grew louder as the carpet became quickly saturated, a lake of yellow pee forming upon it, her pee spraying down faster than my carpet could absorb it. It was a really long pee as well. She peed for ages, creating a massive puddle in the middle of my living room carpet.

Then she stood up, glancing down at the huge puddle on the floor with a grin, and joked, "Now that I have christened your carpet we are going to have to start dating."

It must be one of the sexiest things I have ever seen. I might have to introduce her to this magazine. I think she will enjoy it.

[steve25805 125,787]

Dear Wet Carpet.

This is my wife....

I think she looks good for a woman of 40.

And she has a little thing she likes to do from time to time, something she has always done since before I met her. When about to go to bed sometimes, if she needs a pee she doesn't always bother going to the bathroom. She just pees right there on the carpet beside the bed. She says she enjoys doing it because it is naughty and knows I like to watch.

She doesn't seem the least bit bothered about the pissy smell and I have long since gotten used to it.

She has told me that she grew up thinking nothing of doing this sort of thing because she was kind of shown that this was normal behaviour. She said her mum would sometimes pee on the living room carpet instead of going all the way up to the bathroom, and wasn't bothered about her peeing on the floor in her bedroom. 

After a few drinks, she'll pee anywhere, including on the living room carpet or the kitchen floor. Once at a party she peed on someone's bed for a dare. Incredibly, the girl whose bed it was didn't seem to mind.

I love my wife.

[hentaixt 1,579]

I just have a very short story to share with you all. I've been a reader for a long time though.

Not going to share much about myself other than I am fairly short and just of age (last year), so I am trying to find my sexual "kinks," I know I'm Bi leaning; girls are just too cute not to like, but some of the other things available seem interesting. As you might guess, watersports is climbing my list. I live in a medium small town and to my surprise after digging around found there are three separate adult shops. Two are owned by the same group and the 3rd specializes in things the others don't (*wink*). I had gotten out of the house telling my parents I needed to run some errands. That was true, this just happened to be one that I didn't mention. I got to the shop, showed ID (as I said; small town), and wandered around the store. The girl behind the counter looked like one of those models you see in a tattoo mag, piercings everywhere but still pleasing to the eye. She had on a see through mesh top with pasties over her nipples to show off her various tatts as well. I was looking over the DVD section and to my shock they still had a "restricted" room in an adult store. I asked politely what I might find in there and got, "The good fetish stuff, more hardcore than the rest of this." She ushered me back and showed me around, things were separated inside by "tags" and it made it easy to avoid anything that may bother you. We had wandered through each alphabetically until we got to the end with "Urination" and there we stood chatting, her telling me about what she was into and the things she tried.... left me a bit flustered. I kept looking away and seeing the covers of women sitting on toilets or over sinks, but one kept drawing me in more each time I glanced. The cover was a collage of different scenes, but all the females were Asian and peeing in VERY public locales. One on a train, another in an alley, on the stairs, and the most bizarre was a naked girl beneath two other girls with full streams in the middle of a crowded cafe scene. The attraction to it had not escaped the counter girl and she'd also noticed me fidgeting. "You seem interested in that DVD quite a bit. It's good, very sexy if you like the thrill of naughty peeing. Some of the shots are clearly staged and two are censored, but don't let that stop you enjoying the fun. I've a proposal for you, since you are clearly at a point of needing to go... I'll give that to you free of charge if you come out to the main area and relieve yourself on the floor. There are four other people here besides you and I, a lesbian couple, a sleaze regular guy, and the dude that just walked in is gay."

I agreed, without really thinking about what was going to happen. She grabbed the disc and we went to the counter, she rang it up as "no sale" and told me to climb up and squat on the counter facing into the store. Thankfully I had just been to the tanning salon in my tiny thong, so I was nicely groomed, but it hadn't occurred to me I was about to be full spread in front of 5 strangers.... and that made me extremely nervous, tremors of shaking. Even the gay guy was staring interested in what was really happening. I stayed there slit on display, just waiting. Nothing was happening; the lesbians actually came over and started talking to me, complimenting my puss and asking if I was interested in some fun later. One of them asked if they could take a lick and at this stage it was not going to get any less strange. The weird guy was rubbing the crotch of his jeans and looking really gross, his face was this expression that only seemed possible in hentai. The gay guy said something about "girl power" but kept to himself after that. The lady tongued me good, it was quite enjoyable, but the counter girl stopped her when she went to slip her fingers inside me. "No sex in the shop, besides she still owes me some gold." The lesbian glanced at each other and then the store girl and giggled. They stepped back and stood waiting for the next part of the show.

I did finally go, once I came down from the excitement of lesbian skilled cunnilingus, I could feel my need right there, but my body refused to respond. I rubbed myself and relaxed and got a few drips, then a trickle, and after that it was "all systems flow." I actually shot out farther than expected. I have only ever used toilets so I had no idea how strong my gush was, even the gay guy cheered for my distance. The shop girl was groping her boobs and had a hand buried in her panties. I went for well over a minute, but that is pretty regular for me. As my flow started to drop, the store lady locked her lips over my lowers and swallowed quite a bit before wiping me with her tongue. Everyone clapped and that made me go red, the strange guy had a large wet stain on his pants now.

Got myself covered back up, asked if I was supposed to help clean up, once I got a "No." reply I grabbed my bag and bolted. My heart was racing the whole drive and my pussy was aching too. I got back home and as I was stashing the DVD to get in the house I noticed the receipt had three phone numbers, so the shop attendant AND both the lesbians. I think I'm going to be having some more wet adventures soon…. and I guess this wasn’t really short now either.