All Chapters of Tomi's guide to bed wetting: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Bella's POV My phone lit up on the nightstand while I was rounding up on my project.It was Riley.“Hey babe, don’t forget tonight’s our sleepover at my place! Mom’s on night shift, so the house is basically ours. Come over after dinner please, okay?”I smiled and replied quickly, already excited.At dinner with my own family, I mentioned it casually between bites. “I’m sleeping over at Riley’s tonight. Her mom’s working late, so it’ll just be us girls.”My parents nodded without much fuss. They trusted Riley.I arrived at Riley’s house around eight, overnight bag slung over my shoulder. Riley opened the door with a bright grin, already in comfy clothes.“Finally! Come in. But… small change of plans,” Riley said, biting her lip. “My boyfriend just texted. He really wants me over. Mom’s gone all night anyway. You don’t mind staying here alone, right? I’ll be back early tomorrow.”I laughed softly, rolling my eyes. “Sure change of plans,” I said, teasing her. “I wasn’t born yesterday, R

It had been four long, miserable days since the house had become a battlefield of sharp words, slammed doors, and an empty space between them in bed. Ethan hadn’t laid a single finger on her. No sleepy morning kisses that turned hungry, no strong hands pulling her close at night—nothing. Cassie was tired of that silence. Tired of lying awake, aching and wet while he stayed on his side of the bed like a stranger.Tonight, the pent-up frustration finally boiled over into pure, burning need. And she’d be damned if she didn't take care of herself.She waited until the room was dark and quiet, the only light a thin sliver of moonlight slipping through the curtains. Without a word, she stripped off her cotton nightie, letting it fall to the floor. Naked now, she climbed onto the bed and swung one leg over his, straddling him. Her bare, hot pussy pressed against the soft length of his cock, still trapped in his shorts.Ethan woke with a startled inhale, eyes flying open. “Cassie… what—?”She

The candlelight danced across the dining table, casting golden halos over half-empty wine glasses and the remnants of dinner. Elena sat with her legs crossed, the hem of her black silk dress riding just high enough to tease. Across from her, Nico watched the way the light played over her skin, the subtle rise and fall of her chest, and her fingers tracing the stem of her wine glass absentmindedly.Dinner had been simple but perfect seared scallops, creamy risotto, and a bottle and half of Moscato d'Asti. They had talked about everything and nothing: the new exhibit at the gallery downtown, the rain that had finally eased after three days, the way the city lights looked from his apartment window at night. Their voices low.Nicole filled her glass, his gaze never leaving hers. Elena smiled, small and knowingly, as she took a sip. The wine was cool, slightly sweet, and it warmed her from the inside in the gentlest way. She set the glass down and leaned back slightly, letting the silk of