Bedwetting Stories Novels & Stories

Sirius also kissed her so passionately that she sometimes could barely breathe. Ashley began to feel something in her vaginal area. He felt very ticklish, itchy and also wet. Wait a minute... Did she wet the bed? Ashley was very embarrassed and had never felt this way before. Oh no! This is so embarrassing, don't let Bubba know that she wet her panties!

Finally, he made us promise not to tell his future mate when he found her. We spent the afternoon in a pleasant family atmosphere, with laughter and several stories, some about Deniel that I didn't even imagine and that made me laugh out loud. I believe that laughing a lot was not appropriate for the moment, because when we were in the middle of another one of the stories, I felt a liquid run down my legs. At first, I still considered the idea that I had peed, which was quite embarrassing, but I soon realized that it was time for my little boy to come into the world.

His voice was even, calm like he was not just telling me about the saddest story of all time. “One of his friends started creeping into our room… we lived in a three-bedroom house. And I was still too young to sleep alone. Can you believe I thought there was something that lived underneath my bed?” A hint of a smile touched his lips. I choked on a half-sob and half-chuckle.

Around her, the sleeping soldiers stumbled upward, their hands on their swords when a child’s cry rent the night. One of the men hauled a kicking, wiggling child into the circle around the fire and dropped him on the ground. The child crouched and looked around wildly while the men laughed uproariously. “What is this?” Finn demanded. “Caught him trying to sneak one of the horses,” the child’s captor said. Anger slanted Finn’s features into those of the devil, made more demonic by the light of the fire. The boy, who couldn’t be more than seven or eight years old, tilted his chin up defiantly as if daring the man to do his worst.

Jared, a 17-year-old boy, struggles with his forbidden desires for his stepmother, Elena. After a dinner where her presence overwhelms him, he retreats to his room, consumed by fantasies of her. Using lube, he masturbates while imagining Elena in explicit scenarios. ********************************* Jared’s heart pounded as he shut the door to his room, the weight of the evening’s dinner still lingering in his mind. His stepmother, Elena, had been there, her presence a constant, intoxicating distraction.

17. Neon Oasis << . Riley. >> The bus pulls to a stop in front of the Dorm building. I grab my bag and make my way down the narrow aisle. I need to take a bath as soon as I reach my room. It’s Friday evening, and I babysat a 4-year-old who literally peed on my clothes. Yikes. Why do such things happen to me? Not even once, Natalie complained about anything like this. He told me a little too late while we were watching tv. I rushed him to the bathroom and… it happened.

What do I tell Mummy and Daddy when they come back? That the two babysitters they left me with — the two of Daddy’s best friends they trusted completely — made their own little princess cum so hard she was dripping everywhere? That they pumped all of their thick, hot cum all over her face and breasts while she begged for more like a desperate little slut? I was dirty now. Filthy. And they shouldn’t know yet. I lay on the bed, still naked, covered in their cum, my pussy still throbbing and leaking from how thoroughly they had used me.

I said, "Brothers and sisters shouldn't..." "Shouldn't see each other naked?" Jennifer asked, "Share dirty stories with each other? Talk about how they jerk off? And siblings definitely shouldn't cum together, right? But Matt, every night we read these stories, go off to our separate bedrooms, and get off. Tell me you don't think about it sometimes. How I'm right in the other room, cumming the same time you do." I couldn't say no because that would be a lie. But I couldn't say yes, either.

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.

So I just said, “It’s been a really long time since I’ve had any.” “Yeah, me too,” she said. That’s when her mom yelled at us to stop talking and get some sleep. We both yelled "okay” and turned over. We left the candle glowing in the corner so we could find our stuff in case we needed to go pee. Sleep wasn’t coming. Not after Sally’s vivid, no-filter storytelling about her sex life. She’d lit a fire in me that wasn’t going out anytime soon. It was too hot under the blanket. I kicked it off. I needed to cum—bad. I was still soaked just from listening to her.