Bedwetting Stories Novels & Stories

We would d******d pornographic videos and watch them together,then talk dirty to each other and masturbate ourselves. It was dirty. Our dirty little secret. “C’mon man, we are grown past that life.” He gave me a are you serious look. “Yes I am serious. We are now grown men with duties and responsibilities. We should not masturbate with each other again.” Kenneth burst into laughter, hitting the table and jerking like a toddler. “I am being ser-“ Before I completed my sentence, he stood up and locked the door, changing the light to a red light, and using the microphone remote to play water dripping sounds.

Emma’s POV “Where are you going?” Zane grumbled, sounding like a sulky little boy as I slid out of bed. “To the bathroom. Do you mind?” I teased with a laugh. I had spent the night tangled up with him, and we had gone at it for hours. We even pulled out the Kama Sutra for fun, testing out positions I never imagined my body could manage. Zane had suggested we work our way through every single one, and honestly, the idea sounded like an adventure I would not mind exploring.

I then noticed a comment in the comment section. "In the original story, Waylon's insistence on marrying Zoe led to a fallout with his parents. Zoe eventually drove the Sorenson family into bankruptcy, causing his parents to age decades in one night and commit suicide by jumping from a building. Their current situation just makes me want to burst into tears."

“He’s a ten but… he kisses his BMW goodnight every night.” Terri chuckled and gestured toward a tall, gangly guy with oversized glasses. “He’s a ten but… he says, ‘That’s all folks!’ after every joke he tells.” We both doubled over in laughter. I pointed at a shorter guy in a bright, colorful sweatshirt. “He’s a ten but… he writes erotic Dora the Explorer fan fiction.” Terri nearly choked on her drink. When she looked up she said, “He’s a ten but… he’s not potty-trained,” motioning toward a guy in JNCO jeans.

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.

"Bad Daddy, you said you would give me a shower!" "Men shower by themselves." "Hmph, fine! I'll shower by myself!" "Men don't wet the bed either!" "It's your fault for bullying Mommy! I was about to go to the toilet just now, and I only wet myself because I got agitated!" In the bathroom, Ambrose and Vincent were glaring at each other again.

I think we were both becoming boring. I started watching p**n on the nights that my husband was out of town, after putting the baby to sleep. I watched every type of p**n I could find, but my favorites were wives getting knocked up by strangers. I also found erotic story websites and couldn't keep out of the slut and hot wife sections. I found that after living the life that these stories portrayed, I would get very wet and have to go to my room and take care of myself. After a while, the videos began occupying my dreams. One morning I woke up after a crazy sexy dream and texted my husband.

He locked himself in his room and only spoke to people when it was necessary. He became an alcoholic and a womanizer, and his parents had to ban him from bringing over girls to his room because they were many and different. He used condoms, and he didn’t care where he threw them. At one point, one of their house helps had gotten into his room to clean and shock on her. The room was a mess. She resigned from work that day. *** Antonella dropped off her friend Tasha at her apartment and received an invitation from Tasha to come in.

I can survive this, I have been here before. I peed myself because I found it hard to even stand, I lost all the confidence to even ask to be excused. They enjoyed torturing us. They would constantly tell us that we couldn't be excused for what so ever reason. I wasn't the only person who peed myself. It was some sort of entertainment for them to see a grown man or woman pee themselves because they felt helpless. At this point, I had even heard whispers of people saying... it wouldn't take a week before I had lost my baby. I had passed three weeks so far. Not much of an achievement but it made me feel better.

“That's good to hear. Thank you for trying.” Lyall softened. ‘Anything for you, wife.’ “I absolutely cannot wait to meet your wolf!” Imani clapped her hands, then focused completely on Anisa. “Have I ever told you that Elian peed the bed as a kid?” I groaned, inhaling Anisa's scent deeply. “You don't say!” Anisa gasped, pushing from my shoulders to fully face Imani. “He wet the bed almost every night, and then in the morning, he'd change his clothes and position, then tell Umma that a ghost must have visited the room and peed on the bed.”