Wet Carpet magazine

[steve25805 125,830]

Dear Wet Carpet

My name is Susan. I am now in my 40s but was raised rather unconventionally. Ages back I read a similar letter to the one I am now about to write, and have decided to tell you about my own story.

You see, when I was young I was obviously taught all the toilet training stuff, about poop being gross and needing to use the toilet and all that. But when it came to peeing, everything was free and easy. I was raised to believe that it was ok to pee anywhere I felt like peeing. My parents peed all over the place themselves, after all! I don't recall ever being told that I had to pee on the toilet, not ever, least not at home. So it was natural for me to grow up following their example. I can remember my mum just squatting and peeing on the kitchen floor lots of times, even when we were speaking together. I thought it totally normal to do the same. Sometimes she'd mop it up straight away, but other times she might leave it laying around for several hours before getting around to it.

I can remember other stuff that I never gave a second thought to at the time, like the time we were all in the living room watching something on TV, when dad got up, stood facing the wall, unzipped, and started peeing against the living room wall! I remember mum looking at his dick and smiling for a moment but otherwise not reacting. Another time I walked into their bedroom when mum was in there, to speak to her about something. And she was squatting at the end of her bed with her skirt pulled up and knickers around her knees, pissing away all over the carpet. She smiled at me and said "Hi" but just carried on peeing. I spoke to her briefly about whatever shit I wanted to talk to her about, then left, leaving her still pissing on the carpet. None of this seemed in any way unusual to me.

Needless to say, we had few visitors. But the ones we did have seemed to think this was normal as well. I can remember walking in on some woman I'd never met before, squatting and peeing on the living room carpet whilst chatting to my mother. Much later - when I was old enough to understand such things - I learned that my parents and the friends who came around were all members of some underground pee fetish club. I'd always been taught not to talk about such things outside the home, but gradually I began to realise that this wasn't something everybody did, and that most would be disgusted by it. I just thought they all had issues. It was only piss, after all, and I'd never been raised to think of piss as dirty.

I grew up thinking it normal to just pee on my bedroom carpet if it was more convenient, or behind the sofa in the living room and stuff like that. Eventually I began to experience what could be termed a thrill by peeing here and there, which I eventually realised was sexual. Pissing anywhere I felt like actually turned me on. And it dawned upon me that it was the same for my parents. They peed all over the place because they ENJOYED doing it! And so did their friends. I asked a few questions and leaned about their underground fetish scene. I guess they were all probably into golden showers and pissing all over each other as well, though that would have been way too overtly sexual for them to have ever done in my presence. So I never saw that. But, spying through the crack in the door, I did once see one of their female friends pee in a glass and then drink it down! She didn't realise I was around, I don't think.

I do remember one time when I was enjoying a seriously long piss on my bedroom carpet beside my bed when my mum suddenly walked in. But apart from a brief smile she barely reacted, just chatting to me normally as I carried on peeing. Just seemed totally natural.

Of course, I eventually moved out and went to Uni, staying in student digs. I had to be much more circumspect now, because I'd made friends who knew nothing about my interests but who visited frequently. I didn't want to be thought too badly of. So when alone, I'd pee on the bathroom or kitchen floors - which were tiled - but avoided the carpets or furniture.

Sometimes when out drinking with other student friends, the opportunity to be naughty came along. For example, after numerous drinks in busy pubs whilst sat at a table - if there were queues for the ladies - I'd bemoan that fact when I needed a pee and would laughingly suggest maybe peeing on the floor under the table instead. Most times they'd laugh but go on about that being way too gross, or would obsess about us being thrown out. And I'd just make out that I was joking. But occasionally - if they'd had enough to drink - they'd just laugh and dare me to do it. And of course I did! I'd be sitting on the front edge of my seat with my knickers pulled aside and pissing all over the pub carpet under the table. My companions often found this hilariously outrageous. I always got a kick out of it.

I remember one occasion during my student days - again we'd been drinking - when I peed all over the floor at the back of a bus for a dare.

Mostly I stayed free and single, with just the occasional male hook up when I wanted sex. But I did for a short time date this guy who liked to watch me pee. One time, we were sitting together in the back row of a cinema with no one else nearby when I decided to sit on the front edge of my seat and pull my knickers aside, before pissing all over the cinema carpet right in front of the seat. He loved watching that. And I got to see him get his dick out and pee on the carpet in front of the seat too! We giggled like kids as we peed. It was fun.

In due course I left uni and my student digs and rented some cheap dive of a flat when I got my first full time job. The place was a right old shit pit with a couldn't give a fuck landlord. So I thought nothing of just pissing wherever the hell I wanted in there, just like at home. Pissing on the bedroom or living room carpets was a frequent pleasure. A few times I peed all over one of his armchairs.

It was at about this time that I got the idea of trying to pee whilst standing up. I'd stand - often naked - in the middle of the room with my legs apart and hands on hips. And I'd just pee! All over the carpet! I also had a go at pissing against my living room and bedroom walls a few times, lol.

Thing is, this flat was ground floor with a busy street outside. The living room window consisted of two seperate panes of glass seperated by a wooden cross-section. But only the bottom section had net curtains. And here's why I am sharing this little detail. Because one day I was standing naked in the middle of the living room, with my legs apart and hands on hips, gleefully pissing right there on the carpet, when a double decker bus caught in traffic came to a halt right outside. And the passengers on the top deck were staring in through my exposed upper window with looks of amusement, astonishment, or shock, as they saw me stood there naked and deliberately pissing on the carpet! When I noticed them I was stunned for a moment, but then just smiled and waved at them. And I just carried on pissing as they watched until after another ten seconds or so the bus moved on. I actually got a real buzz out of that. And amused myself with the knowledge that I'd given them all something to talk about, lol. Something their mates might not even believe.

After a year or so, with a much better paying job gained off the back of my uni degrees, I left that dive of a flat, just moving out and leaving the keys there. Never bothered contacting the landlord. I just went. After all, I knew there was no chance in hell of me getting my deposit back after pissing all over his walls, carpets, and furniture. In fact - just before walking out the door for the last time - I got up on the bed, pulled my jeans and knickers down and squatted. And I peed such an enormously long piss that I must have totally soaked the mattress as well as the sheets.

With my new salary I'd been able to obtain a mortgage on a small two bedroom house of my own. I became a more private person, losing contact with most of my university friends. And I was able to pee more freely now. I didn't make too much of a habit of peeing on the living room carpet, though, in case I had guests. Just every once in a while. But any tiled floors or hard surfaces - like the large glass table in my dining room - were places I frequently peed on. I also regularly peed all over the bed, against the walls, and on the carpet, in my spare bedroom. Out of convenience, in the middle of the night if I needed to pee I'd also just pee on the carpet beside my bed. Before going to bed occasionally I'd go and squat in the corner and pee on the carpet there.

Sometimes I picked guys up and loved to do their heads in. We'd get back to my place - often after a number of drinks - and chat for a bit before heading off into my bedroom where sex was on the cards. But when we were naked - and before we started fucking - I'd tell them that I needed to pee and would get up off the bed. Of course, they expected me to head towards the door to go to the bathroom. But instead I'd walk over towards the corner of the bedroom and squat right there. And start pissing on the carpet in front of them! The expressions on their faces were just so funny. If they questioned what I was doing I'd just tell them I often do this because it's just more convenient. Some were a bit shocked, others were clearly turned on. A few ended up pissing on the carpet as well, usually right beside my bed with me "lending a hand", so to speak. None of them were ever so shocked that they turned down the opportunity for sex, though. Lol

I had quite a few one night stands over the years, but no serious relationships. For a long while I was very career focussed and not ready for emotional or romantic commitments. But as I entered my 30s I discovered the internet, which opened up a whole new world to me. Firstly, there was all the porn which was just a click or two away. Including stuff featuring other women pissing on carpets and furniture and stuff like that. And I learned something else about myself. Even though straight, I found it sexually arousing to see other women doing this. I found amateur pic or vid sharing sites, with men and women posting their own stuff. This very much appealed to me and I soon invested in some high quality digital camera equipment and began to post my own stuff, albeit with no identifying head shots. Now I could take pics or vids of myself peeing on the carpet, or against the walls, or on tables, over floors, on furniture, etc - and share them with other pee freaks.

But I also found fetish sites and even dedicated pee fetish forums where I began to interact with others who had similar interests. Pics and vids were exchanged, confessions made, favourite fantasies revealed and shared. And friendships were formed. And ultimately, that's where I met my husband, whom I eventually married at the age of 38. He has always had a fascination with women who pee all over the place, and in terms of personality we hit it off right away.

I remember the first time we met. It was actually a planned naughty pissing session at my place where we really let ourselves go, pissing all over the living room carpets and furniture, against the walls and all sorts. Every other room had just about everything non-electrical peed all over. Before having sex in my bedroom, I held is dick as he peed all over my bed. Then I got up onto the bed and lowered myself into a semi-squatting position with my hands on my knees. And as you've probably guessed, I then peed all over the bed as well. After which, we both fucked each other's brains out on the pissy bed, our bodies glistening wet with our own and each other's piss.

I think he fell in love with me that night, lol.

We continue to enjoy such pleasures to this day, never having wanted the complication of kids.

And as to where it all began? With my parents?

Well, I still visit them as much as I can. And even though I am now a fully grown woman in my 40s, they are still perfectly ok with me - and my husband - pissing anywhere we feel like when we are there. Only last week, I peed on their living room carpet in full view of them both as well as my husband, whilst my mum stood smilingly admiring my husband's pissing dick as - at her invitation, - he peed all over her bedroom carpet beside her bed.

I love and respect my parents enormously for the unrestrained way in which they raised me to be ok with such fun.

Susan

[Alfresco 11,610]

Great story @steve25805. Lots going on there and I'd love to find a girl like Susan!

[hentaixt 1,580]

Hey...

So you probably don't remember me. I wrote you a few (like a year now?) months ago about a weird dream I had. Well I think it was a premonition, because it damn near happened today! It felt like déjà vu so much I had to come back here and find my letter to make sure I wasn't crazy.

Right I'll introduce myself this time, you all may call me Lydia (I know I know, but it was grandma's sister's name... and she never had kids..... whatever). So now to the part you want to know about:

My alarm was buzzing in my ear and then I hear my Mom, "Get up already, breakfast is waiting." She throws my sheets off and pulls the curtains open to blind me. I, of course, roll over away from my window to face my door. This helps her because next she pulls my legs off the bed and sits me up, removing my sleeping boxers at the same time. "Get going!" and she slaps my thigh.

I rubbed my eyes and spread my legs when my sister hollers from downstairs, "Mom paper-boy's at the door and he needs paid!"

"Alright, I'll be down in a minute!" She get up from between my legs and shuffles down to her room leaving my morning flow to rain on the floor, instead of her. I finish about a minute later and started getting dressed, nothing like the big tits thing, but I have grown substantial since the dream... why am I telling you all this?? Whatever. Nevermind.

I get downstairs and sis is at the door giving Toby (paper-boy) his BJ payment. I say, "Hello, Toby." Then sit down to eat. My sister, you know... her name is Lacie, that'll just make it easier. So Lacie stops bobbing on Toby's dick and spouts, "Thanks to you, I've got to do this now. It should have been MOM, why can't just drag your ass out a bed like a normal person?" Thankfully I never had to answer, because Toby took the pause in the BJ to start peeing and he was pretty full. :) "Well at least I don't have to worry about staying dry today." As his stream soaked through her uniform I could see she wasn't wearing a bra as her nipples were clearly visible. Toby winked at me and I winked back... he's a pretty cool kid.

Anyway on to the bus ride. The arrangement there was identical, part of what started the déjà vu. The only open seat was next to Brittney, however Sasha (Yeah Sasha a dude, poor guy...) and Andrew were already standing there soaking one tit each with their streams and Tony was waiting... Thankfully Stacy saw me and plops down next to Brittney, pops her shirt open and lets Tony piss on her. I sit down in Stacy's spot and that's it for the bus ride. Once we got to school there's nothing special to report. Tina was sucking off her BF and BFFWB (With Benefits), but that really isn't newsworthy, except maybe that her BF didn't know about her BFFWB... so maybe. Now in class we get a similar event to the dream. Sasha was staring out the window watching the cheerleaders do their practice, which is what caused Miss Winters (Right here I need to point out, my teacher's name is "Winters" not "Waters," dream logic slip and the in 1st letter it didn't matter... so you know, whatever) to unbutton her pants and let loose on him, his desk, books, etc. but she didn't go just through her fly, she actually had to drop her pants just under her crotch to soak everything. She still left them down though, it was just high enough for her to walk without problems, but her bush was on full display (She's a redhead, yes the carpet matches).

Then just as before, right at the end of class the principal comes in. The 2 stood talking about something and then the principal opens his suit jacket, unzips his pants and takes out his huge cock. The part about the, "...half the length of his thigh and bigger than a banana...," that was all true. I've seen that thing enough times in person when I got sent to his office. Anyway, instead of her kneeling and peeing in her mouth, he pops his dick head between the top of her pants and her bush. Then he puts a hand on her shoulder and just lets loose. He has a really strong start and a slow trickle ending, so it floods her pants and overflows down her legs and dribbles out the front too. Sure enough, the bell rings while all this is happening. I get my books and as I'm headed out, now I see Miss Winters on her knees sucking and drinking the last of it coming off his head, still no idea what they were discussing...

Let's see, at this point we're past the dream events... did anything else happen that day? Classes were normal or coma inducingly slow. Gym was shirts vs skin AND boys vs girls, our side lost the Rock, Paper, Scissors and ended up skins... big surprise there. I guess... and I'm not sure why I'm telling you this AT ALL because it's really embarrassing, but Jenny asked me out on a date. I'm just so excited though I wanted to share!!! I hope things go well, she has really nice boobs. ;) ;)

[steve25805 125,830]

Dear Wet Carpet

My name is Laura and I am getting on a bit now. But back when I was young and a highly attractive blue-eyed blonde in the early seventies, I'd joined this hippy commune. There were still a few of these around back in the day. We lived the free love ideal, no fixed relationships, sex with whomever we felt like if they were willing, threesomes, foursomes, moresomes, lesbianism, it was all good. A major philosophy of our group was that sexual shame was part of the straight society that we rejected, that shame was bad and repressed our souls and was part of how straight society controlled us. And that as long as we did no harm, whatever felt good, was good. That anything goes, basically. And that all forms of judgementalism were bad. And we believed that it was an important stage to true freedom and enlightenment to lose all our sexual inhibitions, and that all forms of sexual pleasure were a sacred gift from the creator.

All sounds like pretentious bullshit now, I suppose. And I guess it was. But we were young and still naive yet very freedom loving, and living by such tenets seemed real cool at the time. Sexually, people just did whatever felt good, although consent was always important where more than oneself was involved. And this led to some interesting things. Like the time one girl got up onto this table and popped a squat there in front of many of us, and unashamedly started pissing on it. The rest of us just watched and approvingly admired this impromptu show, grinning at the sight of her pee flowing off the edge of the table onto the floor.

Another girl reached out with her hands, placing them under the squatting girl, relishing the feel of hot piss splashing through her fingers. People just laughed or grinned or made approving comments. It was actually sexy as fuck.

I guess pissing on that table was just something she felt like doing at that moment. So she did!

And no one was in any way phased by this. Just seemed totally natural at the time.

You never knew what was going to happen next in that place. Anything really did go.

I myself increasingly became known for my habit of peeing everywhere. You see, that girl pissing on the table like that had really turned me on. So I really wanted to do stuff like that too. And in our mini-society, there was no shame, no inhibitions, and no one judging anybody else's sexual behaviour. So yeah, I several times squatted and peed on tables. And on floors. And on carpets. Yes, I even peed on the fucking carpet in front of everyone in the communal room! And I was fortunate in that one of the guys who loved watching me the most was more than happy - indeed eager - to clean up after me. I think that floated his boat, lol. Which suited me just fine, of course.

A few times I actually stood and pissed against some random wall. One time, one of the girls let me piss on her bed. She joined me too. Both of us were just squatting upon her bed together, giggling as we pissed on it.

That whole time in my life was a real fun time.

But things change and life moves on. I got pregnant and had a baby girl. Which gave me a whole new perspective. I couldn't see how a child could healthily grow up in an environment of no inhibitions, no shame, anything goes, no judegementalism. I realised that the commune philosophy wasn't the right one to raise a kid in. I worried about where that could lead. So I left, and established a more conventional relationship with some free-spirited and open minded guy - he had to be that way because I couldn't abandon the ideals of that commune entirely. He was a good guy and helped me raise my daughter - Emily - as if she were his own. We are still happily married today - because yes, we did eventually tie the knot. We raised our daughter the right way, teaching her to be a good and kind person. And we protected her from all sexual stuff in a way she never would have been in that commune. She eventually, as we all do, reached the age of sexual awakening on her own, losing her childhood innocence only when she was ready to and started hanging out with boyfriends. We did, however, still raise her to be non-judgemental about sexual stuff and to be at ease with the full gamut of consensual sexual activity.

After leaving the commune, I myself have ever since occasionally taken pleasure in just pissing in some random place, usually the bathroom or kitchen floors which I have cleaned up afterwards. A few times I have been really bad and peed on the floor in the cubicles of public toilets. In my own home I have also - albeit very infrequently - peed on the odd carpet here and there. I haven't made a big habit out of this because I have to clean it up myself at some point and it's a hassle. But it's never ceased to be good fun. Now in my 60s, I still do it sometimes. Only yesterday, I peed on my bedroom carpet beside the bed, lol.

Emily grew up to be no innocent, either.

By the late nineties Emily was a young woman in her early 20s, going to medical college, but actually working as a stripper to earn good money to fund it. We were slightly taken aback at such a choice, but she's an adult and can make her own choices. We don't judge. Anyway, in spite of mostly working at the seedier joints, she made more money stripping than almost anyone I'd ever heard of, which intrigued me. She was a highly attractive blonde - like mother, like daughter - which explains some of her pulling power, but why all the seediest joints I really had no idea.

Until, that is, she was arrested for lewd behaviour by undercover cops, and the truth came out. It seems she is like mother, like daughter, in more ways than just her looks. Because she had become a star attraction by including pissing in her stage performances! Her modus operandi was to go through the stripping routine, but then stand, squat, or semi-squat - the exact details varied to keep her performances fresh - and basically just piss all over the stage in front of her audience! And if the guys in front were really appreciative she might even stand at the front edge of the stage and start spraying her piss on them! Not all of these details were made public but she herself told me about it once I knew.

Well, she actually got a couple of months' jail time for that in the end, and hasn't gone back to that particular career option since, thank fuck. After all, no mother wants to see her daughter in jail. Instead, she resorted to hosting "private parties" - inviting many of the guys who used to watch her stage performances - during which she'd put on a pissing performance of some kind in her own home. Officially no money changed hands of course to keep it legal, but unofficially I am sure it did. She was quite open about telling me much of this - after all we raised her to be open-minded and non-judgemental, and I myself had admitted by now to my pissing activities back in the commune days, so she knew I'd be ok with it.

She did actually still manage to gain her nursing qualifications, though she had to relocate to do so to avoid the scandal. And she thereafter began her career in nursing. The "private parties" stopped then.

But as the internet took off, she discovered a new fun way of making a bit of cash on the side. Avoiding face shots to hide her identity, she began selling clips of herself online, pissing all over the place in her own home. And that includes all over the carpets, the beds, the furniture, the floors, the walls. I have looked at some of these clips myself purely as a matter of interest. I have no sexual interest in my daughter of course, but I can see why she has such a following. She has learned that the naughtier the place, the more she can sell the clip for, or the more clips she can sell. And yet, when I visit her I very rarely smell anything pissy. Fuck knows how she keeps the place so clean with all that pissing everywhere thing she does, but she manages it somehow.

She is 40 now, still nursing, and still making cash on the side selling clips of herself pissing. And thus far, not one of her patients has ever realised that the attractive middle aged blonde nurse who takes their pulse or whatever is actually someone who sells clips of herself pissing on some carpet, lol.

Anyway, hope you liked that letter.

Laura

[steve25805 125,830]

Dear Wet Carpet.

I work as a hotel maid in a luxury hotel, cleaning rooms, changing bedding, all the usual shit you'd expect. My name's Becca, by the way, and I am an attractive and curvaceous young blonde girl in my mid-20s.

Recently - after stumbling across that controversial advert that features a pic of some woman standing and peeing on the hotel carpet - I have been browsing the internet looking for some of this so-called "naughty peeing" porn. I am still quite surprised at the new discovery that seeing girls pee on carpets and furniture and things like that actually turns me on. And I have only just subscribed to this magazine, and have seriously been getting off on reading all the archived letters.

This is all still new to me and I worry about whether I am some kind of disgusting pervert, to be honest. Been reluctant to cross the line myself, therefore, and pee anywhere naughty. Last week, after a couple of drinks - and with my boyfriend working late - I did actually pop a squat in the middle of our kitchen, and peed a massive puddle right there on the kitchen floor. Turned me on so much I had to bring myself off as soon as I'd finished. I couldn't help feeling guilty afterwards though. I mean, I haven't really fully got past how wrong this all is, really. I guess I still have my inhibitions.

But the other day something happened in work that I don't feel the least bit guilty about. In fact, it brings me deep satisfaction even remembering it, as well as giving me a tingle in all the right places.

One of the guests in the hotel was this obnoxious woman, who looked at me like dirt and constantly talked down to me, even openly calling me a "silly little nobody who's just a hotel maid". And because I was assigned the task of making sure she was ok, whenever she called for something - which she did often, the demanding bitch - I got sent! Only to have to put up with more condescension and contempt! There is no need for such a fucking attitude!

Later she got drunk and returned to her room, calling for more champagne. Everyone had seen that she was steamed already, but we don't say "no" to high paying guests in a luxury hotel, so I was sent up with more champagne.

Now she got really nasty, contemptuously laughing at my low station in life and generally taking the piss. I had to bite my lip and remain polite in the face of this, but I was almost in tears and at the same time seriously pissed off. What was her fucking problem?

Anyway, fortunately I never saw her again after that. She checked out in the morning. And I had the job of immediately entering her room to clean and change the linen and suchlike.

I was still livid.

And I needed a piss.

And an awesome idea for revenge had occurred to me.

I locked the door and strode over towards the bed, removed my panties and lifted my maid's skirt as I squatted beside that bed. And then I just started pissing right there on the hotel room carpet, lol. The hissing and splashing sounded loud in that otherwise silent room. I looked down at my yellow piss hitting the carpet, and soaking into the ever growing puddle. This was totally doing it for me. I had never before just peed on the carpet anywhere. Definitely the most enjoyable piss of my life so far. And by the time I'd finished, that puddle was fucking massive, lol.

I allowed ten minutes for my pee to thouroughly soak into that expensive carpet and to cool, so that the puddle did not look so obviously fresh. And then I called the manager! And reported that the previous occupant - Mrs Obnoxious (though I didn't call her that to the manger) - had urinated on the carpet beside the bed! I said that she was very drunk last night - everyone had seen that - and she probably needed to pee in the night and was obviously too lazy or drunk to bother using the en suite toilet.

The manager was seriously pissed off with her. I heard that she got billed a shedload of money for carpet cleaning services, no one believing her protestations of innocence. She insisted that somebody else must have done it, yet admitted to spending the night alone. No one ever thought that it might have been me, lol. She was pissed off but had to pay up. And know that many people were convinced she'd peed on the carpet.

Ahhhh, revenge is sweet. Lol

Becca

[Alfresco 11,610]

@steve25805 Love the revengeful maid idea. I guess she couldn't get away with it too often without drawing suspicion, but as a one off it is brilliant.

[hentaixt 1,580]

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Maaaan... I wasnt shure I was goin post to this but fffukit, YOLO!! rite? kek :woot:

Seriously, after reading some of these posts, like most ya sound like the ladies form my grndmas red hat club.... no h4t0r, but y'alls old. :tongue: Watevs, I got here from a weird thread on my MMO forum. I go by g4m0rghrll (gamer girl since I know think that loooks like gibberish :dead: ) thats my game tag and I use EVERYWHERE :) MMORPGs, fighters, LoL... anyway. So lets start dis ting. The prequel heres the thread I mentioned, bout what to do when ur stuck n a match at have to p3333. I totes explained wat me a my bae do over there, but thought ya might like it to.

So the other day my bae, such a sweetie, were both gamers living in a sh!tie apt, we both work and go to school but thankfully his paycheck covers the rent and I work for our expenses. Whichs is fine except... gamers...... so I do a bit of cam work on the side and sometiems some other stuff for money. I try to pick up mostly girls, cause bae likes that :wink: Back to the storie, the other yesterday were both playing stuff just hangin at home for a evenin Id the laptop and my Xbone controller playing some Skullgirls OL and he was fussing with our new handheld, a android device with emulators, trying to get Starcraft 2 working. He strolls over starin at the handheld like, "Babe? Can ya help me out?" Im, "Wat? Im fightin here!1?" "C'mon, I finally got this running and I was testing the wifi. I got in the lobby and immediately got a match... except I gotta piss before I even in the lobby 20 mins ago." "Dude! Fuk... thatll? Hang on." I pull off this sick massive hit combo string... so pwnd! I wished have seen the n00bs face! :tongue::tongue::tongue:

I toss my controller on the bed and reached in his shorts to pull out his wonder snake (just like the game... it gets longer with every apple he eats :hilarious:). Actually thou I only do this cause he long enough to not get in my way,,, I can suck on his head wile he stands nex to me, looks like I gota straw or a headset. "go slow, dont drown me :drowning:" "yeah, I know... how much I gotta say sorrie?" "A phew gor tines (dick in mouth :thumbsup:)." I pick my Xbone elite up and go to get a nother n00b to frag. "tawt ud ta goo?" "Dude just rushed my base, concentrating." "GRRRmmmm...." At this point Im a match n sukin his hed as I get mor intence. "Take that Bitch!! Colossus spawn in the nik of tiem. UHN UHN UHN~" Hes thrusting on that last part... :sneaky: "Woooh k, babe here I go."

Im rite in the middle of a combo n thank gawd I was sucking in at teh moment... he floods my cheeks and then flexes to lessen the torrent.:stream: After a few sexs (leavin that typo!!1! Holy sh!t :bored: perfect! :laugh:) we get a rythmn going of release and swallow until hes empty. I vacuuum the last few drops out and he instinctively starts thrusting again... Ive seen enough hentai to know where this is going.:tongue: I keep an eye on my match as he jams his c0ck in my mouth, he rest his handheld on my head so he can multitask better. I feel him getting bigger and harder and further down my throught. Unfortunately, I cant focus and my opponent pulled a cheap grab and that ended the match. Since I lost... Im pissed... I clamped down on his d1ck and go to town. if he made me lose I sure as hell going to make it hard for him to pay attention.

Sure enough hes breathing hard and swearing as I lick his balls with the shaft all the way down my throught. :finger: Less that a min later hs legs r shakin n Im swollowin again. "Oh fuk babe! That was perfect! I came just as I blew up his base. I definately owe u latr." I lick his head clean n put it back in his boxers. "Dam rite ya do... I lost my win streak cause of u." :cry: "Ahhh, sorrie..." "Yeah just get the Fuk out of here... and log of I need the bandwidth to play LoL."

Soooooo thats what we do.... dam strate. Prollie this weeknd itll be my turn to pee on him.

:whistling::sneaky::smuggrin::tongue::thumbsup:

[steve25805 125,830]

Well it's certainly innovative, Hentaixt and really does come across as being individual. And it has a certain youthful character about it to be sure, and even sounds a bit ghetto. Which is interesting.

Probably an age thing, but I didn't find it quite so easy to read with all the typos and youth speak. Maybe that's just because I am not 18 anymore, and left that age behind a long time ago. :laugh:

[hentaixt 1,580]

Well it's certainly innovative, Hentaixt and really does come across as being individual. And it has a certain youthful character about it to be sure, and even sounds a bit ghetto. Which is interesting.

Probably an age thing, but I didn't find it quite so easy to read with all the typos and youth speak. Maybe that's just because I am not 18 anymore, and left that age behind a long time ago. :laugh:

Thanks, since you know how I usually write it was a bit of challenge leaving all the intentional "typos." I had to actually go back a few times and ghetto it up as you said. ^_^ I expected it to be hard to read for some, but this was an experiment on writing in a style not just a new little scene to enjoy. I'm not saying I'm as young as portrayed here... but I still accomplished my goal of giving this thread an epipen. ^_~ No offense to you or the other writers, I do still love the stories... but was getting bored with the "past my prime" starting lines lately. ~_~

I've written 1 more for here... also a bit different from my usual fair. I'll post it later, over the weekend. I appreciate the kind words as always. *bows*

[hentaixt 1,580]

(4th wall again... I mean no offense to any1, I'm again trying to expand my writing ability by doing a style. Please enjoy and if you've any issues, let me know.)

My name is Shiori and as you may have guessed I am Asian. I have decent English skills thanks to my job where my supervisor is actually English from Britain. I am here to tell you about something has happened in my workplace. My job involves very time sensitive and requires little downtime while on clock. Our superior asks us to even limit our bathroom breaks, lunches are taken in shifts as well. While we are not directly competing with each other, the team still likes to keep track of who does best, so we all try very hard to optimize and beat our co-workers.

My rival is Maya, actually Mayumi, but we are old friends. I noticed recently she had been getting edge over me and I could not figure out. For days I watched her actions trying to match her spirit and get caught up, but each day her advantage would widen and I was losing my power to her. I was happy as friend to see her succeed, but I worried what my boss would say about my slipping sales. If we are not constantly doing more than we were previously, we can get reprimanded, have pay cut, or be let go. It is still a high pressure environment. I was trying everything, cutting my lunch to 15 minutes instead of half hour and I switched to diet that would reduce my body making waste and boost energy. I even optimized my clothes for bathroom visits, I adjusted my uniform skirt by several centimeters (this is against policy but I was getting needful), I removed my panties entirely, and fixed my pantyhose so I did not need to lower them. I was able to just lift my skirt and squat to release. All of this was still was not enough, Maya stopped gaining but I was not stopping gap.

Part of work involves scanning documents for digital. This is one of the hard things, the scan room is communal and not close. There is a room down the hall with 4 stations to use, but no larger (about 3m square). There is a station on each wall that is desk with page feed scan and scan bed. These are connected to a machine with touch screen, we login and the document is sent back to the desk computer. Sometimes scans are unreliable and must be repeated to get correctly. Unfortunately this means multiple trips and a large time loss. This information is important for my explanation.

We were middle day and very busy. I was returning from the scan room to check my files and passed Maya on her way to scan. When at my desk I could see that a file was wrong and quickly headed back to the scan room. I was feeling pressure in my abdomen from needing a bathroom, thankfully the toilet is just further down the hall from the scan room. I am debating which is more important, the scan or micurinations, I decide to get the scan first. I entered the room to find Maya as expected, but she is dropped down in the corner. I startled her asking if she lost a paper as I approach. Maya stands quick and it is clear what she was doing, water runs down her pantyhose between her legs and there is a spot on the carpet in front of her. She looks to me with tears thinking I will tell on her, instead I see if this was how she saved so much time, releasing while scanning. Shyly she admits. I tell her I will not say, I do the same and lift my skirt next to her. She see I have not panties and my altered pantyhose, before she squats again to finish. I stay high but lowered and my flow hits the wall at the bottom. The carpet here covers raised floor, so it soaks through and disappears in short time.

We are still expelling when someone else enters room. Now with two of us it apparent what is happening. Maya is starting to cry again because it is our supervisor. Her name is Lauren and she asks directly what we are doing. However she is questioning about our culture, is this acceptable? I try to explain that it is because of time savings and she understands, she understands very well. She sets her papers on a desk and unbuttons her trousers (superiors have different dress code) and lowers them to her knees. Lauren puts her butt on the desk and makes sure her pants are out of the way. Her flower is completely visible and then she does the needful too.

However, Maya and myself are now stuck in place. Lauren has taken a position that blocks the door and her stream is going far enough that we can go around it. It is strong enough that we might be able to crawl under it, but do not attempt that. It takes her very long before we can pass, but she does not let us leave even after. She says that if this improves sales, our whole team is allowed to flow anywhere as long as we are careful not to let other groups see us. She announces this next morning at our private meeting, some are reluctant.

It has been several weeks now and all is well however. Everyone has started, some are more quietly, some are very exhibitive. Maya, Lauren, and I try to out distance each other now. One more thing to compete over, but Lauren always has us beat. Makkura does not even stay in his pants, he comes to work and unzips when he sits down, but he has a pot plant in his area and goes there regularly. Tara (also British and Lauren's daughter) is still discreet choosing to use the scan room for convenience or a bottle and funnel under her desk.

I hope you enjoyed my telling. If more happens I will be posting again.

[steve25805 125,830]

Dear Wet Carpet.

My name is Klara and I am a German girl who is aged only 18. Apologies if my English is not so good, but this is my first letter to English language magazines. Your magazine is good for English practicing, but I not read it for that reason, hehe.

Since very young I have often been thinking about pissing. I think about pissing in bad places but always have been feeling that this is too wrong. So I never did this. But I always like to read stories and see pictures and videos on the internet. One day, I have found this magazine online, and have enjoyed very much reading the letters. Some of the girls and women who write the letters are very naughty. I did not know that there are so many women who like to piss on carpets and in other naughty places.

And as I have been reading these letters all the time, it has caused me to be thinking about doing it myself. I lay on my bed in my bedroom with laptop, reading about women who have been pissing on their own carpets, or sometimes on other people's carpets. And I look down onto my own carpet beside the bed and think about doing it too. The thought of that makes me feel very turned on, but something stops me. Perhaps it is a fear that my mother will catch me or find out. Or perhaps there is a feeling that it is just wrong to do this.

But a few minutes ago I stopped myself from worrying about all this and thought only of the fun, because I was very desperate to pee and was feeling very sexy. So I take off my panties and lift up my skirt. And then I squat beside my bed. And then I am doing it. I am pissing on the carpet right next to my bed! And it feels so good, and sounds so loud in my room. And I have to piss a lot, making a very large pool on the carpet.

I cannot believe I did that, but it was so much fun. I feel very turned on now. But I will somehow have to clean it up before my mother finds it. I don't think my mother is like some mothers in the letters. She will not be happy about me pissing on the carpet.

But if I can clean it up well enough for her not to know, I can do it again on another day.

Hope you liked this letter.

Klara

[steve25805 125,830]

Dear Wet carpet.

My name is Sarah and I am in my late twenties. I work for an IT company and do a lot of it from home, which means I can pick my own hours. I like to work in semi darkness in the evenings with just enough light to see the keyboard, with the computer screen then looking really bright. And with my curtains open I can then see the moon and stars outside on clear nights which is very soothing. I guess all this makes me a bit weird.

My window also overlooks the bedroom of the couple in the house opposite. She is an attractive blonde in her mid 30s I'd guess and married to this guy a bit older who works as some manager in some offices somewhere. Sometimes I catch a glimpse of one or the other - or both - undressing, occasionally seeing them naked, when they neglect to close the curtains. This distracts me from my work, as I take in the view. Being bisexual I enjoy watching either.

Of course, I have other interests too which is why I subscribe to this magazine. I love reading the letters from women with tales of pissing all over the place - carpets, floors, sofas, beds, the lot. And I love fantasising about it. But somehow, whilst reading about it and fantasising about it always seemed ok, doing it seemed like crossing a line, making it real. And for a grown woman like myself to just piss on the floor on purpose or something like that? Well, it's just "wrong" somehow, isn't it? A bit disgusting and pervy! And what would people think if they found out?

Well, something totally mind-blowing happened late in the evening a couple nights ago. There was some sort of party going on opposite. Could tell by the muffled laughter and beat of the music. But then all of a sudden the bedroom light flicked on as the woman in her 30s and her husband tumbled in, looking slightly the worse for wear. And a second woman, perhaps about 40, came in with them, closing the door behind her.

They were all laughing drunkenly, as the guy unzipped and unbuttoned his trousers and let them drop to his ankles. I thought "What the fuck!" But what happened next was a massive "What the holy fuck!!!!" Because his Mrs took hold of his dick, aiming it almost.

And he started pissing!!

Right there on their fucking bedroom carpet!

I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

And they were both laughing, as was the other woman stood there watching in fits of laughter. Was this really happening?

He peed for ages as well and even from my distance the massive puddle on the carpet was obvious.

Then, amidst more hysterical laughter, his wife stepped out of her footwear, then her jeans and panties, and popped a squat in the corner. And then she too started pissing. And that lasted for ages too, with another massive puddle on the carpet

After that, more words were exchanged and then their female friend also stripped naked from the waist down. The wife who lived there then gleefully pointed to the bed, and they all almost doubled over with laughter. Then their friend got up on the bed, adopted a semi-squatting position with her hands on her knees and did another enormously long piss right there on the couple's bed, which they all seemed to find really funny.

Then they all got dressed, laughing all the while, before leaving the room and switching the light out.

I thought, what the fuck! Did I really just see that? But I felt really horny after what I'd just witnessed, and had pangs of needing to pee, and I thought to myself, shall I be naughty too? Normally I quickly decide that it would be way too pervy and bad to do something like that. But this time I finally overcame that after what I'd just seen.

Just as I was comtemplating where to pee, the bedroom light flicked on, and the wife tumbled in again, this time with a younger couple probably in their 20s in tow. She laughingly pointed to the massive piss puddles on the floor and to the pissy bed. The young couple were laughing too, but then they all just left the room and the lights went out again. So no more pissing, least not where I could see it.

Yet somehow just the idea of this woman delightedly showing what they'd done earlier to this other couple like it was some big laugh, kind of added to my own arousal. I just had to pee somewhere pervy and disgusting.

All sorts of naughty ideas were going around in my head, but in the end I walked over to the side of the bed, took off my panties and lifted the back of my dress as I squatted. Then I just let loose and peed right there on the carpet on purpose. And it felt so awesomely erotic and such a turn on - the loud hissing, the sight and sound of it splashing down, the rapidly growing puddle. Most enjoyable piss I have ever experienced.

That was a couple of nights ago and I must be a real dirty bitch cos I just left it there - and peed there again in the morning! Then I peed there again before getting into bed last night and once again this morning, That patch of carpet is utterly soaked now and my bedroom is starting to smell a bit pissy, so sadly I will have to get the vac out and spend time cleaning it.

But I've had a lot of fun.

And I have to get to know the couple opposite. I want to get an invite to their next party, lol

Sarah

[steve25805 125,830]

Dear Wet Carpet

My name is Anita, I'm a 39 year old blonde who still has a great figure, and I have recently married a great guy called Mark. Was a bit of a speedy romance followed by a rapid wedding but it just feels so right. We both seriously love each other. But Mark's 19 year old daughter and my new step-daughter - Tabitha - is proving to be a real pain in the ass. You see, she refuses to accept the fact that her mum did the dirty on her dad by running off with another guy - well she knows her mum went with another guy but is somehow seeking to blame me for it. An obvious case of anger displacement. She has got it into her head that her dad and I must have been seeing each other for much longer than we have, and that this is the reason for her mum leaving. Which of course in her eyes is naturally all my fucking fault! The fact that I never even dated her dad until after her mum fucked off - never even so much as flirted with him - is something she just refuses to believe.

The situation has been very fraught, and though I was sympathetic at first it is all stating to become a serious drag now. She's a fucking adult, for fuck's sake! She is not 12 anymore! So she needs to learn to face up to facts like an adult. The sun quite obviously does not shine out of her mother's asshole after all!

And just as fucking annoying is her ageing dog which she has had since he was a puppy and when she herself was only 4. She grew up with this dog and loves it to bits. I can actually understand that. Even in my most angry moments, I would never suggest getting rid of it. But it has developed a weak bladder problem. We are forever finding puddles in random places - mostly on the carpets and furniture, and we all know it is her mangy mutt doing it. We've caught him several times. Annoying thing is, though, it is often I who end up cleaning this shit up - and cleaning dog pee out of carpet is no easy task, let me tell you. But do I get any thanks or gratitude for it? Do I fuck! At least not from Tabitha.

Well today, I was angrily mulling all this over in my mind whilst doing the dishes, growing vaguely aware of my increasing need to pee. I have always secretly fantasised about being a bad girl and peeing in naughty places - in one of my searches for erotic stories about this I encountered the online version of this magazine. Have never done anything really bad, though, except for a couple of times when drunk in my student days, like the time I pissed on the floor at the back of a bus between two seats.

Well, a very satisfying idea sprang into my mind at this moment, and the more I thought about it, the more satisfying it seemed. And I knew I'd never be suspected of such a thing because the dog would get the blame, lol.

So alone in the house at that moment, I climbed the stairs and let myself into Tabitha's bedroom. I was wearing a short skirt, from beneath which I removed my panties. Then, feeling a real buzz of anticipation, I got up onto Tabitha's bed and hoisted the back of my skirt to reveal my bare ass as I squatted down.

And I just let rip, my yellow piss splashing down onto her sheets, and soaking through them into the mattress. I really did need to go too, with that loud hissing sound I always make when I pee with a full bladder. I fucking flooded the bed, lol. And it was both highly erotic - it really did seriously turn me on, and I enjoyed doing it - and highly satisfying, because here I was getting my own back by pissing on Tabitha's bed, lol.

Once I was done I stepped down off the bed, looked at the piss still soaking into it with a satisfied grin, and put my panties back on. I walked out of her bedroom, leaving the door open to make the dog entering the room plausible, and walked back downstairs with a satisfied smile.

Tabitha herself never noticed anything until that night when she got into bed and found it soaking wet with pee, lol. She shrieked and shouted about how the dog had peed on her bed and was seriously pissed off, insisting upon the purchase of a new mattress as soon as possible and in the meantime just going downstairs to sleep on the living room sofa. I grinned quietly to myself amidst all the commotion, lol.

Anita.

[Alfresco 11,610]

Dear Wet Carpet Magazine,

Oh my goodness, I can't believe I found this publication! What fantastic stories. I found them because I did something the other day which gave me very mixed feelings guilt and embarrassment, but I also felt an intense pleasure and a sexual awakening, so I went online to try and find out whether my feelings were normal or whether I was just a mixed up young lady. Now I find that there are many ladies out there that have been through the same feelings and even DELIBERATELY enjoy peeing where they shouldn't.

Let me explain what happened to me. I am 21, brunette, fairly tall and quite curvaceous. Yesterday I went to a museum in London with a friend, Jade, who is a year older than me, blond but otherwise very similar in build. We are both studying textiles at University and wanted to look at how textiles and patterns had changed over the years. We travelled up to London by train, which took an hour, so we grabbed a coffee each at the station and drank it on the train. Then we had about 30 minutes on the underground before coming back up to street level and walking the final distance to the museum. Of course, we were hot and sticky from our travels so we bought a cold can of drink each at a newsagents.

At the museum, we spent time looking in their textiles displays which showed how clothing had changed in style, materials and patterns - I'll save you the details as I'm sure you're not as interested as I am or you would be doing the course too! We spent a couple of hours looking at the clothing and then moved on to an area where they had mocked up the inside of a Victorian House with three rooms; kitchen featuring a coal fired range, living room with dining table, seats, open fire and a hearth rug and bedroom with dressing table. Some manikins where dressed in period clothes, which were of interest to us. Just about that time, I really felt the need to have a wee. The coffee and can from earlier, plus water that we'd been drinking in the museum had really caught up on my bladder. I told Jade and she pulled out the museum guide map. "Oh!" she said. "The only toilets are on the ground floor!"

We were on the third floor and it was a bit of a trek back to the ground floor. "Seriously!?" I replied, "Well it's a pain, but I'm going to have to go."

"Can't you wait just a bit longer? I need to go too, but if we just finish off looking in here then we can go downstairs, use the loo and then have some lunch"

"OK" I conceded, although I was seriously wondering how long I would last.

We looked through the kitchen and took pictures of each other posed by the range, then we looked through the main room and took pictures by the fireplace. Finally we moved to the bedroom and looked at the delicate fabrics of the bedspread and studied the rug by the bedside. Jade spotted that there was a Chamber Pot under the bed and decided it would be hilarious to have a picture of her squatted over it, so she pulled it out and put it on the bedside rug, then squatted over it whilst I took a photo. She then said "Your turn!" and convinced me to adopt the same position.

I was squatted over the Potty with my short skirt hanging slightly behind it and I just suddenly got a fit of giggles. I couldn't help it. The situation was bizarre. Here I was squatting on a potty, with my naked pussy just inches above it, desperately needing to pee, but knowing that I couldn't pee there because it was just a display. However, the giggles made me lose control, just for a split second and a short burst of pee escaped. As I didn't have any knickers on, it fell straight into the potty. I went bright red and clamped it off. Then I realised I was never going to make it downstairs three flights and I had a wicked idea. I could pee there! Nobody was around and it was what the pot was made for anyway. I felt that I really needed to pee, but I knew I shouldn't do it there, but suddenly I really wanted to release my bladder. Here. In Public. In front of Jade. In a 100 year old chamber pot on a 100 year old rug. My pussy was tingling at the thought. My urethra was struggling to stay clamped shut and as I bobbed down, my bottom cheeks touched the cold porcelain. Finally I decided this was it. I relaxed and allowed my pee to escape. The feeling of relief was exquisite and was accompanied by a musical tinkling as my pee hit the porcelain – possibly the first time that it had been washed by pee in many years. I revelled in my thoughts as I imagined how this pot used to have been used like this on a regular basis by other women over the years and I tried to imagine them.

“Fiona! What are you doing?!” exclaimed Jade.

I was brought back to my senses as I realised that I’d been rumbled – not that I could possibly have expected to remain undetected! “I’m sorry,” I said, “I was just so desperate and, well, it kind of seemed the logical place.” I carried on peeing for what seemed like an age, but was probably about 40 seconds, then I shook my bottom gently to dislodge the last drips from my pussy, then I stood up, letting my skirt fall into place. I looked down at the pot and saw it about one third full with pale yellow liquid, slightly steaming and with a little froth on the top. I didn’t know what else to do, so I slid it carefully back under the bed where it was before. I felt really guilty for peeing there, but I felt a sense of massive relief and strangely a bit excited and exhilarated. My pussy felt a bit damp in more ways than one.

“I’m sorry Jade”, I said, “I don’t know what came over me – I was just so desperate.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” she replied, “I’ve peed in many worse places than that – in fact I quite enjoy it, but I have never done it in front of you because I didn’t know what you would think…. But, if you are cool with it, I think I’ll save myself the trip downstairs as well.”

“Well I can’t really argue, can I?”

I expected Jade to pull out the chamber pot and add her contribution to the contents, but she rather surprised me by folding back the blanket on the bed and sitting on the sheet on the mattress. I wondered what she was doing, but then I heard a faint hissing sound and I realised that she was having a wee, right there in the bed!! I knew she wouldn’t have any knickers on either, so if anyone had walked past, she would have just looked like she was sitting on the bed with her skirt falling around her on the mattress. 30 seconds later shed stood up and shook herself a bit with a few final drops falling to the 100 year old carpet. “That’s better”, she said as she pulled the blanket back over the bed to hide the very wet patch on the mattress.

I had to query Jade about this behaviour and she said that she had been enjoying peeing outside of the toilet for about a year, but she kept it private as she didn’t know what others would think. She told me that it started for her peeing in an alley on the way back from the pub, but that she’d then progressed to peeing in other places such as under the table in a pub, on the seat of a train, even in the back seat of a taxi. She said that as long as she could be discrete, she would pee pretty much anywhere and that the “naughtier” the place, the better the feeling and that if I’d enjoyed the potty, I should try other places as well. I couldn't help but think that maybe she had got me to pose on the potty for a reason...

I wasn’t totally convinced, but then when I was at home last night I started thinking about it again and felt myself getting aroused, so I started looking on the internet to try and explain my feelings, which is what led me to this publication. I can’t help thinking that I will end up taking this further, so hopefully I’ll be writing again soon to let you know what develops…..

Fiona.

xxx

[wetwulf 3,322]

Great story @Alfresco I would love to hear from Fiona again, especially now that she's discovered this new side of herself.

[steve25805 125,830]

Dear Wet Carpet

My name is Linda, and I'm a busty blonde lady well into my 40s, but still something of a good looker, or so I'm told. I can still pull guys half my age when I want to as well, so I must still have what it takes. I'm a fun kind of girl who drinks frequently in bars and I do end up pretty drunk quite often. And I have gained a bit of a reputation for pissy wildness, like just doing it on the floor in the ladies' when all the cubicles are in use, or stepping outside the pub to piss on the pavement outside in full view of passing traffic. If I've had enough to drink I really don't give a fuck. Though I suppose I must say that I secretly have a thing about doing this shit. Why else would I be reading a magazine like this? And when I've been drinking I guess I let me hair down and express my inner dirty bitch, lol.

When I'm really drunk, just peeing everywhere seems really funny. I guess I have a weird sense of humour. I've been known to piss in beer glasses in pubs for a laugh, and for a dare have peed in a urinal in the gents whilst the guys looked on grinning. And I have picked up one or two guys who were into the whole golden shower thing too, which was fun. Yeah, I guess I am kind of wild when I'm drunk and will piss just about anywhere.

One time me a a friend were walking back to my place with these two guys after some serious drinking, and I like needed to pee real bad. We were passing this phone box, and I laughingly said I was going to have to piss in it. Well I kind of stood up in there with my knickers removed and in my hand, pissing right there on the floor of the telephone box as my friend and the two guys holding the door open stood there watching and laughing. On a spur of the moment, I said "Watch this", and picked up the telephone receiver in mid-piss and held it under the flow. It all seemed really funny at the time.

When sober in the morning I often question such behaviour. Yeah I suppose I get a kick out of it at the time, but should a mature woman in her 40s be going around doing stuff like this? But once I've had a few drinks I really don't care anymore. I morph into this dirty bitch who'll piss anywhere for a laugh again like some drunken teenager.

Anyway, a week or so back I was in a different part of town drinking in a different pub, because I just felt like I wanted unfamiliar company. Well, I got chatting to this guy over a few drinks and gradually got more and more inebriated. I think he was getting pretty steamed too. At some point not too long before we left for his place, I needed to pee and laughingly joked about just doing it in an empty beer glass that sat on our table. The guy - don't even remember his name - just grinned and encouraged me to do it . So I reached under the table and unfastened my jeans, pulling them and my knickers down to around my knees, then grabbed the beer glass and held it between my legs. Then I grinned as I told him that I was pissing in it. When I raised it up and placed it back there on the table it was about three quarters full with my piss. I quickly pulled my jeans and knickers back up as I said, "Well we can't leave this pint of piss here. I'll just get rid of it." And, both of us laughing at the wrongness of it, I just poured it all onto the carpeted floor in front of the seat.

Well, when we got to his place, we both ended up naked, fooling around on the bed in his bedroom. We were both pretty well steamed. And before crashing out I needed another pee pretty badly. I got up off the bed heading towards his bedroom door, then turned around and asked him if he wanted to watch. He said "Sure", so in response both to that and to the naughtiest flash of inspiration, I lowered myself into a semi-squat right there with my hands on my knees in an unmistakeable "about to pee" stance. He thought this was funny as I asked him again if he was sure he wanted to watch, the obvious inference being that if he said "yes", I'd do it right there on his carpet. Well, he said "Sure" again, so I fucking did it, pissing right there on his fucking carpet! Both of us were still drunk enough to be laughing hysterically at the sheer wrongness and naughtiness of what I was doing, my piss splashing down for ages and making a massive wet puddle slowly soaking into the fabric. I must have peed for at least a minute. And yeah, I got quite a buzz out of it too. I'd never deliberately peed on some guy's carpet right in front of him before. I got quite a thrill out of it.

When I finally finished and straightened up, stepping away, I glanced over my shoulder at the enormous puddle and laughed. I fell onto the bed again, both of us pointing at that massive puddle and giggling like kids. But eventually we crashed out.

In the morning I awoke, my head feeling like a car crash had occurred inside of it, but groggily remembered pissing on his carpet. Or at least I thought I did. Couldn't be sure if I'd dreamed it. But it was daylight by now so I looked towards the middle of the room and audibly groaned as I spotted the still very obvious huge wet patch. I struggled to believe that I'd actually done that, but I obviously had. The guy was still sleeping soundly, fortunately, but when he woke up sober he might not have been quite so amused by the fact that I'd deliberately pissed on his carpet. In fact he might have been seriously pissed off. I decided not to hang around and find out, intending to get dressed as quickly as possible and get the hell out of there while he slept.

But I had woken needing another pee, and the carpet had been peed on already anyway, right? So what difference would it make if I peed on it again? So with a grin, I simply walked over to the large wet patch and squatted down in the middle of it. And within moments I let loose. The hissing sound and the sound of it splashing down onto the already wet carpet sounded really loud in that quiet room but he never woke up. And my morning piss was much more golden than the previous evening's probably would have been, so probably more damaging. But this realisation just sent an added frisson of pleasure through me. Just squatting there and pissing on that guy's carpet really was a lot of fun.

Afterwards, I grinned at what I'd just done as I quickly dressed and quietly slipped out.

I guess this sort of shit makes me just the kind of dirty bitch this magazine likes to hear from, right? Lol

Linda

[2talljj 78]

Dear Wet Carpet

Last year I went out to a great New Year's Eve party at the local pub, but it was packed out and the queue for the ladies' loos was terrible. Yet typically, there didn't seem to be any queue at all for the men's loos. Quite a lot of girls were going outside beside the main road and pissing in full public view on the pavement, which I myself did later. But earlier in the evening I was not quite drunk enough for that.

Anyway, I waited until I could wait no longer, and decided to use the men's toilets. But although there was no queue outside, turned out there was a small one inside, with every cubicle and urinal in use, and some guys even peeing in the sinks (it turned me on to see that). I really couldn't wait, so I just squatted in the corner and peed all over the floor as the guys stared at me, some astonished, some amused, some clearly turned on. It was actually pretty good fun.

Cheryl

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Dear Wet Carpet

I just love being naughty. In the past I have peed on boyfriends' carpets whilst they slept and things like that. But until now I haven't really done it that often, and in my own house I only really peed in the sink or the shower because I didn't want to make a mess that I had to clean up.

But last weekend was different. This monday I had workmen coming around to remove the old carpets from throughout the house and fit new ones. So I decided to have some fun on the weekend beforehand. I spent much of the time naked, drinking lots of fluids and peeing regularly. I stood in the middle of the living room and peed all over the carpet there.....several times! I peed in the hallway. I squatted beside my bed and peed allover the carpet in the bedroom. But the naughtiest thing that I did was to get up onto the glass dining room table, squat upon it, and start pissing there! A rapidly growing puddle formed beneath and in front of me, and my piss was soon flowing off the edge of the table onto the carpet below. By the time that I had finished, the surface of the table was covered in piss, which broke my golden rule somewhat about not making a mess, because unlike the throwaway carpets I had to clean that up afterwards. But what the hell, it was great fun at the time.

I sometimes dream about how good it would be to be able to afford to employ an army of cleaners to clean up after me, so that I could just piss anywhere, anytime. Alternatively, I am seriously considering turning one of my rooms into a secret "piss room", fully carpeted and furnished, which I would only enter when I wanted to piss somewhere naughty. I would have to keep it locked, though, so that no guests ever discovered it. Hmmmm yes, I like that idea.

Anne

I really hope you a made the (pissroom) I love pissing naughty I do in in my house

[2talljj 78]

Dear Wet Carpet.

My name is Rhona, and I am 30 years old. And I work as a trained therapist helping people overcome psychological traumas. I appear to all and sundry as a perfectly respectable professional woman, and am good at what I do.

But what I am going to tell you will probably shock even many regular readers of this magazine. You see, behind closed doors I am probably just about the dirtiest bitch you will ever hear from, and get a buzz out of knowing that. I'll get a bigger buzz out of sharing this with you. You see, when it comes to pissing everywhere I have no limits. I tend not to do it where I might get into trouble, so it's mostly my own house that gets messed up. And I generally just walk away and leave it afterwards. I don't see the point in cleaning it up when I'm only going to piss all over the place for the rest of the day, and the next, and the one after that, and so on.

So if I piss on the kitchen floor, I'll just leave it there to eventually dry of it's own accord. I might well piss there again before it does anyway. And I piss just about anywhere else - all over the carpets, against the walls, on the floors and tables, anywhere I feel like really. Then I just leave it. And the fact that my house stinks of piss? So fucking what! I actually don't care! Just turns me on even more, and acts as an ever present reminder of my own pissing fun. I am almost always in a state of arousal when I am at home.

Of course, I rarely ever invite anyone into my home. The only exception are guys I meet on pee fetish sites who are into naughty pissing themselves, yet even they are often shocked. Seeing their heads so completely done in as they enter my home just amuses and arouses me. They'll immediately notice the aroma of course, but will generally also see obvious large wet patches here and there, piss all over the kitchen floor and on the kitchen counters and stuff like that, or piss stains against the walls. And the first thing I'll do just to maximise it all in their heads is take a nonchalant piss somewhere outrageous right in front of them. For example, with the last guy I brought home, I just stood astride my own living room coffee table, lifted my skirt - I tend not to wear any knickers on days I am meeting guys - and just started pissing all over it right in front of him as he watched with a grin. Their initial shock gives way to excitement soon enough when I put on performances like that.

I give them carte blanche to piss wherever the hell they like too. And more often than not the first place they'll piss is all over my living room carpet in front of me. And guys who like pissing places often love to aim their dicks all over so that they really do piss all over the place. Real fun watching them do that all over my carpets and other shit. If I really like them we might have sex, but it is never a guaranteed part of the deal. Pissing is the main thing.

One time, I brought another girl back who'd expressed an interest. She grinned as she saw the mess on the kitchen floor and made some comment about piss being all over the floor. So I just laughed and immediately started pissing all over the floor right there in front of her where I stood. She looked agape but soon laughed herself. I got to see her pissing all over the place on that visit, including what she admitted was her first ever attempt at a standing piss against a wall. This was in my living room, and she did a pretty good job of it for a first time effort. Got a bit on her legs, but most of it sprayed against the wall before flowing down onto the carpet below.

Thing is, not only do I love pissing everywhere, the dirtier and more outrageous I am the more I love it. And just leaving it laying around gets me off too. And of course I love watching others piss all over the place as well. Also, I delight in shocking people. In fact I get a real sexual thrill out of doing something so outrageous that I get a shocked reaction. If necessary, if me pissing everywhere doesn't achieve that to my satisfaction, I'll take a fucking shit on the floor in front of them, lol. Done that more than once, haha.

Trust me, I'm the dirtiest, most disgusting bitch you'll ever meet. And I fucking LOVE knowing that!

Rhona

Your my type of woman I would love to see your piss allover your house and you leave it to dry I have a friend that piss like you her and her daughter piss on anything they want to she does it on the kitchen table

[steve25805 125,830]

Dear Wet Carpet

My name is Sally, and I am currently a recently divorced landlady in my 40s, owning and letting out a portfolio of rental properties. My ex-husband was a wealthy property developer, and I was left these properties as part of the divorce settlement. I am still an attractive blonde too, still looking fit for my age with not a hint of any grey hairs as yet, lol. 

I guess I have always had a thing about pissing, though until very recently I had learned to keep it under wraps, in the interests of outward respectability, and because hubby knew nothing about it and was too sexually repressed to be anything other than shocked if he knew. Another reason for the divorce, by the way. Could put up with a boring sex life for only so long.

When I was in my late teens, about 18 or 19, I went through a phase where I got a perverted kick out of pissing on the carpet in the corner of my bedroom, or in the living room behind the sofa, and stuff like that. I limited how often I did it so as to avoid any pissy smell giving me away. But that was until one day - major fucking embarrassment - when my mum walked in on me in the act and actually caught me pissing on the carpet beside my bed. She went off on one, ranting about what a disgusting and dirty bitch I supposedly was and generally trying to make me feel bad.

She was a fucking hypocrite, though. I had long had my suspicions about things, and after that telling off I kept my ears open much more. Then one day my mum came back from several hours down the pub with some guy in tow, both drunkenly laughing, as occasionally happened. I lay in bed listening as they headed into her bedroom. And I heard the guy talking about needing a piss which my mum found funny. Neither of them went into the bathroom.

So, unavoidably feeling kind of pervy, I sneaked out of bed and listened more closely for a short time. And with a wry smile upon my face, based upon what they were saying, it was obvious that they were pissing right there in her bedroom just for fun - on the floor by the sounds of it. I went back to bed thinking what a hypocritical bitch my mother was, trying to make me feel bad about peeing on my bedroom carpet, when she was doing exactly the same thing on hers! And letting a guy do it too! At least I never let anyone else pee on my carpet!

Next morning, after mum left for work and just before I left for uni, I went into my mum's bedroom which was normally out of bounds to me, just to seek confirmation. And I couldn't help noticing a faint pissy smell. I also found two large damp patches on the carpet, one in the corner and the other at the base of the wall beside her bed. On the wall here I could just make out a faint stain on the wallpaper. I knew immediately what had happened. My mother had peed on the carpet in the corner of the bedroom whilst the guy had peed against the wall right beside her bed. 

Well, I no longer felt the least bit bad about my own carpet pissings after that. I stopped doing it myself for as long as I stayed at home though. Didn't want to get shouted at. But when home alone I did sometimes squat and piss all over the bathroom or kitchen floors, which - being tiled - was quick and easy to mop up afterwards.

In my last year at uni, I got a part time job as a cleaner in a local pub. By then I had befriended the pub landlady - Tracy - who was older than me in her mid-30s, and over a few drinks we'd gotten talking. And it seemed that after a few drinks she and her husband occasionally liked to have pissy fun too - right there in the pub.

Well, I will cut to the chase. I ended up joining them, and as the cleaner I was paid good rates for cleaning up afterwards. We had a good thing going there for a while. Once the last customers had gone, all three of us might just piss right there on the pub carpet. So much beer got spilt there that no one ever paid any attention to the wet patches. We didn't do it too often because we didn't want the place overwhelmed by a pissy smell, but it was fun when we did it. 

A couple of times we both squatted together upon the bar, pissing off the front of it onto the carpet. The sound of our pee splashing down onto the carpet from such a height was incredibly erotic.

Sometimes, we'd get up on one of the tables and piss on it, or Tracy would hold her husband's dick as he peed all over the table's surface. And I would get to watch his pissing dick, knowing that I'd be the one cleaning it up. 

Quite often, though, we'd all just go out into the mens' or ladies' toilets and piss all over the place in there - all over the floor and against the walls. I was the one who had to clean it up but I didn't mind. Doing it was such fun.

Well, time goes on and things change. I left uni, got a job as a secretary for my husband-to-be property developer, married, had kids, the whole shebang. Tracy and her husband meanwhile sold up and moved to Spain, and I lost touch. So no pissy fun in the pub after hours anymore, and very little at home. It just didn't seem right in the house my kids were living in. The occasional piss in the shower was about the limit of it. I pretty much repressed these desires, except when privately getting myself off because my husband rarely satisfied me. At those times I would often get off on the memory of earlier naughty pissings, especially in the pub with Tracy and her husband. 

Incidentally - now way into their 50s - they finally got in touch with me again a couple of years back via Facebook. And just for old time's sake, Tracy sent me some pics of herself pissing on her kitchen floor, lol.

My own sex life has also finally improved greatly insofar as pissy fun is concerned. As a landlady of numerous properties, I hold the keys for many people's flats and can - if I choose - let myself in. There is one tenant couple in their early 20s called Pete and Kelly - I am old enough to be their mother, lol - whom I have suspected for a while of being naughty in my property. There is a mild pissy aroma in the bedroom and I have found damp patches on the carpet in there which upon closer inspection was obviously pee. And on one occasion, I discovered a large fresh puddle of piss on the bathroom floor not yet cleaned up. One or both of this pair were obviously pee freaks in the same mould as myself.

Most landladies or landlords would be outraged and would already have evicted them, but - secretly envious - I was rather more understanding, and happy to let them have their fun as I enjoyed the secret knowledge of it.

Then one day as I was approaching their flat to talk to them about some other matter, I heard loud laughter coming from the kitchen, and distinctly heard Kelly say "I'm going to do it here." I wondered what "it" was that she was planning to do there. Pissing?

Intrigued, instead of knocking I unlocked the door with my own key as quietly as possible, softly making my way towards the kitchen. And sure enough I could hear what sounded exactly like something - piss? - splashing down onto the linoleum. I just walked into the kitchen, and there they were both naked, Kelly squatting in the middle of the room and pissing on the floor, with Pete also pissing on the floor from his semi-hard dick into another large puddle several feet away. 

They both looked stunned, shocked, and embarrassed to have been caught doing this in their nakedness. They immediately stopped pissing, Kelly quickly standing up from her former gleeful squat.

Well, as a businesswoman now I have learnt to be something of a negotiator. With some difficulty, I tried to put their minds at ease, but they were clearly confused by my lack of anger, and by the degree of my understanding and willingness to let them do this without action being taken against them. Instead I took advantage of them. They could piss anywhere they liked - I didn't mind - AND they could live there rent free from now on. But there was a condition. They had to be ok with me pissing wherever I felt like it in their flat too right in front of them. I got a buzz out of the notion of them watching me do it. And I was ok with them peeing in front of me too.

They were astounded by this reaction from me, but once they got over the surprise they grinned and agreed. And right there and then I strode into their living room as they followed, eased down my jeans and panties, and squatted right there in the middle of the room. And I enjoyed my first piss on a carpet for many years. I pissed for a while, creating a rather large puddle with my hissy golden spray. It was most enjoyable.

And then I just left it there. Leaving any mess for them to clean up - if they want to bother - is also part of the deal. I don't want the hassle of mopping up floors and whatever myself.

Since that first carpet piss in their flat, I have really been taking advantage. I have peed on their living room carpet a number of times now. On their bedroom carpet too, right beside their bed usually. I have peed all over the kitchen and bathroom floors countless times now. A couple of times I have stood astride the coffee table in the living room and peed on it. I have peed on the kitchen table too. 

A few times I have been privileged enough to see them doing it. They actually loosened up quite quickly with me gleefully pissing wherever I felt like it. I sometimes got to tell them where to pee, having Pete piss against the living room or bedroom walls, and getting Kelly to squat and pee on an armchair once.

I guess the most outrageous thing I've done is get up on their bed after stripping naked, squatting down and pissing there. I handed Pete my phone and got him to take several pics of me doing it. Later I sent them to Tracy in Spain, along with the text, "Look at what I got to do on Pete and Kelly's bed."

I got this response, "Wow, that looks like great fun, lol."

And it was. They surely had to change all the sheets after that, and probably air out the pissy mattress and turn it upside down so that the drier half was on top, before they could sleep on it. 

Outwardly, I am still a highly respectable businesswoman, of course, and my daughters would surely be scandalised if they knew about their mum pissing all over the place in my tenants' flat just for fun. I have, after all, raised them to understand that when it comes to peeing, that's what toilets are for. They - and everyone else - would surely be shocked if they knew that their mother was regularly pissing on someone's bed, floors, and carpets for her own kinky pleasure, lol.

But I appear to be better than my own mother was at compartmentalising such things. No one not in on my kink knows a thing about it. And I intend to keep it that way. Which is why "Sally" isn't even my real name, lol.

Sally

[steve25805 125,830]

Dear Wet Carpet

I am a professional lady in my late 20s named Abigail, and am just beginning to make a name for myself in my chosen field of criminal law. I am highly regarded and respected in my field. And already I get invited to upmarket social gatherings where many of society's movers and shakers are to be found. For a time I toyed with a future career in politics, but have reluctantly concluded that I am better off being influential behind the scenes. Too many skeletons in the closet from my debauched student days,sadly.

And yes of course - why else would I be a reader of this magazine? - I do have a secret interest in pissing. But I daren't risk being all that naughty these days. I have too much to lose. The occasional squat and pee in the shower cubicle when home alone, or even in the bathroom sink, is about the limit of it these days.

But in my younger student days things could get pretty wild. The alcohol and numerous other illicit substances flowed freely, and we were young and carefree - a combination that resulted in some outrageous things. One time this drunk girl who'd passed out in the bathroom got pissed all over by her friends for a laugh. Another time, some girl stood and put out the log fire by pissing on it - just for a dare. That seemed outrageously funny at the time.

But eclipsing all that by a huge distance was this party I went to once, where everyone was drinking, smoking weed, and doing speed or coke. This created a wild, anything goes,atmosphere, which grew electric when things turned sexual, especially since it was a hot summer and we were all dressed in bikinis or shorts and stuff like that, and thus half naked to start with.  Before long, couples were openly fucking in front of everyone. Girls were giving guys blow jobs in full view as forfeits in drinking games. Likewise girls fondling each other's breasts and tonguing each other's nipples.

Then suddenly when some girl said she had to go upstairs to the loo for a piss, this semi-drunken guy provoked much laughter by picking up the now empty glass punch bowl and placing it on the carpet in the middle of the room, daring her to piss in that right in front of us all. And she did as well! Squatting over the bowl and pulling her bikini bottoms aside, she was soon forcefully pissing in it as we all watched and laughed. It actually looked sexy as fuck. Someone else suggested that we just leave the bowl there and all pee in it when we needed to now instead of going upstairs.

Everyone laughingly agreed, at which point another girl immediate gleefully came forward, this time removing her bikini bottoms completely before squatting over the bowl, spraying a long and forceful hissy piss into it. Other girls and guys kept pissing in that bowl whenever anyone needed to go, the guys usually standing and aiming - or as often as not having a girl hold and aim their dicks for them. I myself took up a semi-squatting position over the bowl and pulled my bikini bottoms aside, taking a long piss of my own inside it as everyone else watched. It felt erotic as fuck and I got a buzz out of it.

But there had to be at least 20 of us, all drinking heavily and frequently pissing, so the bowl filled rapidly. The bowl finally filled to the brim as these two guys were pissing in it, girls aiming their dicks for them. But amidst much laughter they just carried on peeing anyway, piss now overflowing the sides to form a growing puddle on the carpet. Thing is, in our drunken, spaced out, pissy debauchery, no one saw any reason to stop pissing in it when they needed to go, in spite of it being full.. It seemed funnier and more pleasurable to just piss in it anyway. As girls squatted over it peeing, or guys stood with their peeing dicks aimed towards it, ever more piss overflowed the sides onto the carpet. That carpet was soon flooded with a giant puddle of piss soaking into it. 

At some point one girl finally acknowledged that there was no point in peeing in the bowl. It was all just going on the carpet. Instead, with a grin she said, "I might as well just piss on the carpet in the first place!" At which point she squatted beside the bowl, pulled her bikini bottoms aside and pissed directly onto the already soaked carpet, which all seemed hilarious to the rest of us at the time. 

Another girl - already naked - stood in the middle of the room with her hands on hips and legs apart, from which position she too began pissing all over the carpet. And she was aiming nowhere near the glass bowl but instead over a completely different and unsoiled part of the floor, gleefully spraying her pee over formerly untouched carpet, creating another fresh puddle. 

For a laugh, one guy peed against the living room wall. Then a bottomless girl stood, spraying her piss against the wall  too amidst much laughter. A couple who were fucking on the sofa got pissed all over for a laugh as they screwed by these two girls, soaking the sofa in piss in the process.

An me? Well, I popped a squat and peed on whoever's carpet it was too, And everyone laughed when I got up and peed on the coffee table.

I guess we just got more and more shitfaced, and more and more into the debauchery of just pissing all over the place, as the evening wore on.That living room was a fucking mess when we were done with it, I can tell you. I pity who ever ended up having to clean that place up, lol. I made sure I got away in enough time to avoid being roped into that myself.

I could tell you about other incidents from my student days, like the time my friend and I peed on the floor in the ladies' cubicles instead of using the toilets, just for a good drunken laugh.. Or that time I peed on the street corner in full public view for a dare.

But that party had to have been the wildest.

I hope you enjoyed hearing about it.

Abigail

 

[wetwulf 3,322]

As always, Steve, these are some excellent stories.

[steve25805 125,830]

Dear Wet Carpet

My name is Shauna, married to my office manager called Andy. We are both in our mid 30s and been married for a decade now. We still have no children but are thinking about it..

Anyway, we both of course have an interest in peeing. In our dirtiest moments we do love the whole golden shower thing. There is something wildly erotic about just pissing all over each other.

But we also get a buzz out of just pissing all over the place for fun. Like the time we came home from the pub and, instead of heading up to the loo, decided to go into the kitchen and do it all over the floor there instead just for fun. I peeled off my jeans and knickers before squatting as he got his dick out.....and we just peed all over that floor, the sound of our piss splashing down filling the room.

My husband loves watching me piss all over the kitchen floor, so I do it quite a lot for him. And he has taken pics. Maybe one day we'll send one into your reader's pics section, lol. I also like holding his dick for him as he pees all over the floor.

The tiled bathroom floor is another favoured pissing location. There is something quite erotic about the deliberate naughtiness involved in ignoring the toilet that is right there, and instead deliberately pissing on the floor a couple of feet away. Or actually pissing on the toilet without bothering to lift the lid, lol. Our piss ends up all over the floor then anyway, of course. 

Sometimes, we place a protective cover over our mattress so we can enjoy wetting the bed together.. The sheets can be thrown in the wash in the morning.

But we don't tend to go around pissing all over our own carpets or furniture, vandalising our own home by fucking it all up with piss, as some of your contributors do. We love reading their letters and admire them for it, and get off on it. We just don't fancy living in a house full of pissy carpets ourselves. And we have moral qualms about pissing on other people's property - usually. Some of the girls who write in piss all over the carpets in pubs and hotels and all sorts just for kicks without giving a shit about it, which is kind of wildly erotic to read about. But we just can't bring ourselves to behave that way ourselves due to moral qualms - usually.

In our own home I guess the naughtiest thing we ever did was take the opportunity to deliberately piss all over our old living room sofa before throwing it out, after the new one had arrived. Just standing there, naked from the waist down, swinging my hips as I pissed all over it, my husband standing beside me, aiming his dick around, was outrageously naughty and unbelievably erotic. But we only did that because the damned thing was being thrown out anyway.

Anyway, you may have noticed that when I talked about not pissing on other people's stuff I qualified those statements with the word "usually". Because last weekend very much became an exception.

We'd booked a weekend in this hotel, to be paid on arrival. We'd used false names in case we changed our mind. But when we got there the place looked run down, with peeling paint on the walls. The sea view room we'd been promised turned out to have most of the view blocked by a building under construction, with constant drilling and banging going on even over the weekend. We knew there were no toilet facilities in the room but were led to believe that clean and pristine facilities were available along our corridor. But these turned out to be out of order and we were told we'd have to use the ones on the floor above, which themselves turned out to anything but pristine. We kind of expected at least a shower unit to be readily available, but there wasn't even a sink of any kind, let alone a shower. That too was all on the floor above.

We were extremely pissed off, but there was nowhere else to stay at such short notice. And they refused to offer a discount or move us to another room. So we decided we'd pay for one night only and find somewhere else in the morning, which they weren't happy about, but what the fuck did they expect?

Anyway, we went out to the pub and got very tipsy, then grabbed some cans and wine on the way back. Once in our shitty room, Andy cracked open a can as I opened a bottle of wine. We soon both needed a pee. And immediately faced the problem of having to go all the way up to the next landing, pissed off by the fact that we didn't even have a sink to piss in. I was angry - we both were - as well as tipsy, and said, "Maybe we should just piss on the fucking carpet. It's what they deserve."

And we both realised that we'd paid in cash under false names, and that they didn't have a clue who we really were or where we lived. So a flippant angry suggestion not really intended to me taken seriously did actually quickly morph into a definite intent. My husband encouraged me. "Yeah, just do it Shauna. Like you said, they are just asking for it!"

A thrill rose up within me as I contemplated the naughtiness of that, and any moral qualms disappeared at the realisation of how we were being short-changed. We felt that the management actually deserved what I was about to do.

Because I did indeed step out of my footwear, jeans and panties, and crouched down in the middle if the room. And I started pissing. Right there on the fucking carpet, lol. The loud hissing of my relief filled the room, along with the soft patter of piss hitting carpet. This morphed into a louder splashing sound as the growing puddle became saturated with pee, a pool forming upon it as my piss splashed down faster than it could be absorbed. Created quite a mess by the time I was done.

Andy then strode over to the wall beside our bed, unzipped his trousers and took his penis out. And within moments he was pissing right there against the wall. I immediately laid down upon the bed and faced towards him, relishing the sight of his piss spraying out of his dick and splashing against the wallpaper. Several rivulets were flowing down the wall onto the carpet at it's base. He peed for ages as well, making another huge puddle on the carpet at the base of the wall.

Then like teenagers we just high fived each other and commented on how much fun that was and upon how these fuckers deserved it.

Wasn't the end of our fun, though. He carried on drinking his lager as I drank more wine. Just before crashing out, I ended up squatting beside my side of the bed, and pissed all over the carpet there. Andy stood there admiring the show, before himself again pissing against the wall, this time near one corner of the room. I had to go over and gaze at his pissing dick as he sprayed the wall, admiring the erotic spectacle.

In the middle of the night I had to get out of bed and piss on the carpet beside it again.

In the morning we both laughed at what we'd done, not feeling at all bad because we felt that  they got what was coming to them. Indeed, just for naughty fun, before exiting the room and sneaking out of the hotel, we both decided to enjoy pissing all over the bed with our morning pee, soaking the sheets and mattress with piss. What do you think about that, fuckers? Lol

Was the best naughty pissing fun I've had to date, I must say. 

Shauna

[nopjans 1,178]

Brilliant work, Steve. Abigail's letter was seriously hot!

[steve25805 125,830]

Dear Wet Carpet

I am an attractive 28 year old lesbian called Kayla. People sometimes say that I look a bit like Scarlett Johansson, which is a definite compliment, because she is well hot.

Anyway, I wanted to tell you about what we call "the pissy bed".

I live in an unconventional three way lesbian relationship with Sandie - also my age -  and the much older 39 year old Maria. We live in Maria's large house, she having been fortunate enough to have been born into money. We have a very adventurous - anything goes - sex life and are into all sorts. But Maria has a certain fantasy that we keep on fulfilling together when we are in the mood, most typically after quite a few drinks. And that's where the pissy bed comes in.

We have a room in which we have a large round bed - the pissy bed - whose sheets have to be washed everytime we use it, and whose mattress needs to be aired out to dry for long periods afterwards, and regularly replaced. You see, Maria's thing is for us all to strip naked, get up onto that bed, and squat facing each other. And then for us all to start pissing right there on the bed, soaking the sheets and mattress. We don't bother with any mattress cover because it is so much naughtier without. And whilst pissing we start placing our hands underneath each other so that we are all pissing on each others' hands. There is something highly erotic about just pissing right there on the bed, and feeling another girl's hot piss splashing through your fingers while you're doing it 

Afterwards we tend to get down to some serious lesbian sex upon that soaked bed, getting covered in each other's piss in the process. Is always great fun.

We do other pissy things too sometimes - golden showers on the pissy bed or in the kitchen, pissing on the carpet beside the pissy bed. Once, we all stood naked around this large glass bowl we'd placed on the living room floor, pissing in it for a laugh. Some of it missed and was splashing down onto the carpet but that just seemed to add to the fun.

But fulfilling Maria's pissy bed fantasy is an old favourite we keep on doing..

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Incredible story about the college party, steve. I love the idea of everyone using the bowl and letting it just overflow.