Bedwetting Stories Novels & Stories

Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...sin. ---------- “I made myself tight for Big Daddy,” she leans up and whispers in my ear. “Every morning and night, I clenched it really tight, released, clenched, released…”

Kristen was so thrilled that her best friend and brother had fallen in love. They make such a great match, she thought. She didn't think that they would ever have threesomes or that Carter would fuck skanks and tell her all about it. Just like Kristen didn't think her mom really made p**n or that her dad fucked every hot woman he could only to tell her mom all the details. Those were just the naughty stories that Kristen told. And she already had an idea for her next wicked tale percolating in the back of her mind. Well, a dozen of them. So many of them, but she needed inspiration to pen them.

grumbled Dinda then laid down on the mattress that was no longer soft. "Ahh ... it's really uncomfortable," Dinda complained then tried to close her eyes because she was tired. *** A month passed and it was only one o'clock in the morning. Groaning at the pain in her stomach, she looked at her husband who was fast asleep beside her. Mona rushed to the bathroom to urinate, she felt wet. Could it be bedwetting? Mona's mind was racing. "Blood," Mona murmured very quietly when she saw her panties were full of blood, she hurried to clean it up then changed to find panties in the closet.

Lower, and more severe. “Goodnight,” I whisper, bristling. I remind myself I don’t believe in the stories my mom told me as a child, but if there are demons in those wetlands… Well, the Gregory property might be full of them.

“He’s so weak in bed. Two seconds and he’s done. That’s it. The dildos help a little, but it’s not the same as real dick. I feel like I’m losing my mind.” I went quiet after that, feeling embarrassed but also a little lighter for saying it out loud. May looked at me carefully, then squealed softly. “Babe, there's more, you’re hiding something. Did you meet someone ?Tell me.” I rolled my eyes, my face burning. “Don’t judge me, okay?” I sighed deeply. “You know uh Zain’s son, Hunter? He’s been staying with us for a week. He keeps bringing different girls home. I’ve had to listen to their loud screaming and moaning. And...and it's uhh..It’s made me so wet, May. So fucking wet. I keep wishing it

No way would I let that happen. I sat up. "Jace? Jace." I whispered his name. "Sir?" He answered drowsily. "What are you doing down there?" I asked him. "Huh? Oh. You were on the bed and I thought..." He started explaining. "Get on the bed this minute." I said to him and he was confused. "Are you sure?" He asked me. "Do you bed wet?" I asked him. Even though I knew that whether or not he did, I would not care. Although this was one sensitive topic with humans. No one would ever openly agree to bed wetting. It was the most embarrassing thing for their lot.

This is because I drank too much water “She mumbled to herself. She had taken lots of water after the chicken she ate. She bed wets at home too but not all the time. It is getting better than before. It happens every day before. Glancing at the girls who were asleep, she was glad none of them were awake. She quickly cleaned the place with the mob she saw and rushed to Alicia’s bathroom to clean herself up. FLASHBACK OVER ================== “Wha...how did this happen ?”Rachel asked closed to tears already. “Bedwetter, “A boy said as he passed looking at her disgustedly. Nana looks at her friend with pity. She isn’t aware Rachel still bed-wets.it shocking to her but she can’t make jest of her.

I thought that someone was playing a prank especially since we were all sleeping in the living room, two people in one sleeping mat, but instead, my sleeping mate, Hazel, was carefreely bed wetting. The urine expanded from in-between his thighs to the whole mat, just the way petrol draws. I knew he would feel embarrassed so I didn't consider waking him at first, but with the possibility of everyone knowing by the time we wake up the next morning and having the news plastered on the school bulletin for weeks, I decided to wake him up.

Tonight, I’m your sister and you don’t fuck your sister’. She said she wasn’t but she sure sounded drunk. ‘Would you fuck your sister Zayn?’ would you do Lauren?’She swiftly rose from her lying position so she was sitting again. ‘If mom says she was adopted, maybe’. I said to tease her. ‘You’re a dog’. She said and settled back on the bed. I watched her stare at the ceiling for a couple minutes. ‘You don’t drool or bed wet right? I eat gummy bears off this bed’. She chuckled lightly.

Her enormous smile fell, watching my reaction. “Even, like… I feel like I might have tinkled in my panties,” I grit my teeth, waiting for a scolding. I could still remember wetting the bed clear up until seven years old because of my terrible nightmares. Scared the tinkles right out. Luckily, I stop drinking water three hours before bed now. “That’s normal too,” Parisa cooed, pulling me closer to her. “And you didn’t pee yourself. It’s your body getting excited.”