In Reply to: Bedwetting story 2 posted by Paul on May 12, 2004 at 20:39
Ever since I was a young girl I've loved just about everything to do with nappies and bedwetting. I guess you could say I was (and am!) addicted to it. I enjoy both wetting on purpose and wetting in my sleep, and I'd like to relate an experience about each.
I was lying in bed the other night thinking of something to do with wetting on purpose that I find very exciting - and that is the sudden adrenalin rush that comes with the realisation that I have gone too far. When I wet accidentally it often just gushes out suddenly before I can stop it, but when I wet on purpose I nearly always have a lot longer to think about it, and to start with, I usually let it out really slowly. For the first few spurts there is no real evidence on my panties or pajamas, but there comes a point when you realise there is no turning back.
My first memories of this rush come from bedwetting in my teenage years, after I stopped wearing nappies. There is no such thing as going too far when you're in nappies of course, but it's a different thing when you're just wearing a nightie or pajamas. Occasionally I would wake up at night and become aware of my bladder, the fullness of it giving me a vague sexual feeling between my legs. I would lie there and rub myself gently and toy with the idea of letting a few spurts go - just enough to warm up my pants. Very rarely would I not succumb to this temptation, but sometimes my sexual frustrations would demand that I do more. I would say to myself `Just a little bit more - I don't want to get the bed too wet', and then gradually ease the pressure. During these games I honestly didn't want to wet the bed, as it would mean trouble in the mornings, and possibly a spell in nappies, so I would try as hard as I could to make the spurts as small as possible. This in itself would increase the pleasure, as I had to hold myself with my fingers or squeeze my thighs together tightly. And of course the more turned on I got the more I wanted to do.
Inevitably I would let go a spurt that was longer than intended - one second, two seconds, almost three seconds before I could stop it. Frantically I would put my hand under my bum to feel the sheets, only to find the whole area saturated. At this point I would be overcome by the most beautiful rush of excitement, shame, embarrassment and fear. I had done it - wet the bed deliberately - and it was too late to do anything about it because the sheets were far too wet to hide. Then I would feel another kind of excitement, this time mostly sexual, because I knew that I was free to wet myself with total abandon because it didn't matter anymore. In a little mini orgy I would lie back, close my eyes, finger myself through my panties, and wet and wet and wet. I would feel the beautiful warmth creep under my thighs and back until I was overcome by an intense orgasm.
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