Bedwetting Stories Novels & Stories

I managed, voice hoarse. Aunt Clara nodded and went back to the kitchen for snacks. The moment she was out of sight, Marcus leaned down and whispered hotly in my ear, “Good girl. Now finish that essay while my cum drips out of your pregnant pussy. We’re not done tonight.” I shivered, already feeling fresh heat building between my legs. Being secretly pregnant by my step-uncle had turned me into an addicted, dripping mess. And the risk only made me wetter. End of book 19

So much in contrast with Arup: the formless! “Bhai, I see a story here!” Biswa erupted in joy. He rose from the bed and unbolted the main door. He needed to pee! And peeing is so infectious. Especially at night, if you accidentally wake up when someone sleeping by you gets up to pee and tells you that he’s going to pee! I bet, you can’t resist getting up too! And going to pee!

“You’re dead to me.” His grin softened. “Baby…” “No,” I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest. “Don’t baby me. I’m mortified. Do you know what it feels like to wake up and find out you’ve been peeing in your sleep like a dog and didn’t even notice?!” His smirk faded then, replaced by something softer. He brushed my messy hair back, kissing my temple. “I know it feels humiliating. But you don’t need to be embarrassed. Not with me. I’ll wash the sheets a thousand times if it means you and bean are safe.”

Even if we did stay and I let her make up some fake embarrassing stories, I don't want her 60 year old mind to go overboard and make me really embarrassed. If she's going to say an embarrassing story, I'll deal with the 'Peed in the bed' story, or a 'Calling my teacher Mama' story. One of my real embarrassing stories would be when my real grandma Dila Day, caught me masturbating in my room when I was sixteen and let me tell you, dinner that night was really awkward. We had to hold hands to pray for our food and guess who's hand I was holding?...Grandma Dila. Ever since that day, grandma Dila made sure to never sit by me at the dinner table ever again.

In the middle of the night, if he wet the bed, he would immediately wake up and run back to his own room. During that period of time, Leighton would always wake up with a puddle in his bed. The adults in the family thought that there was something wrong with him and even brought him to see a doctor. It left him thinking that he had some kind of medical issue that led him to wet the bed even in his high school years. It was not until one night, he woke up from a dream and found his little brother sleeping stark naked on his bed. He wanted to wake the little brat up, but then he realized that Noah was already wetting the bed.

Cassandra gasps as Willy, one of the oldest here, tells stories of his glory days. “Ask him how many ribs he’s missing,” I whisper to her, and her eyes widen in shock. “Four,” Willy says and holds up as many fingers. “Had them punched clean out of me.” “You’re lying,” she says with a laugh, and the sound of it heats my body from the inside out. “I’d never lie to a pretty woman,” Willy says, and his best friend George scoffs. “That’s the first person you’re lying to,” George says. “Don’t believe a word he says. But if you want to talk about real injuries, let me tell you about the time I dislocated both my hips and still won my fight.”

Every time I thought I was at my limit, Kade would whisper something cruel in my ear, or Brian would deliver a spank that reignited the fire in my blood, and I’d find a second wind. By mid-afternoon, I was lying splayed out on the rug, my legs shaking uncontrollably. I was covered in a film of their cum, my skin tacky and smelling of musk. The sheer stockings were torn, and the maid’s apron was hanging by a single string. Kade walked over and stood between my spread legs, looking down at me like I was something he’d found on the bottom of his shoe. "You're holding up better than I thought," he admitted, his voice a low rumble. "But we’re only halfway through day three. Brian and Ken have som

TeacherPet: shut up :P Me: I was thinking about that sunday Me: and your story Me: replaying it in my mind and trying to imagine better how you felt TeacherPet: mmm TeacherPet: was it good? Me: It was Me: No dizziness though TeacherPet: :P don't make fun of me Me: I'm not Me: Don't forget I told you I lost it so bad when I read your story Me: like that wasn't embarrassing TeacherPet: true.. TeacherPet: but that was hot Me: well what you say is hot too TeacherPet: oh good Me: So… your turn TeacherPet:? Me: When's the last time you masturbated? TeacherPet: last night

Melissa said, and I kept laughing and laughing until I felt something warm on my legs. "Oops! Oh, I can't believe it," I complained. "What is it, Sam?" Heitor turned to me worriedly. "I think I wet the bed." I lifted the sheet in disbelief, and I was all wet. "What the fuck!" And it was your fault, Heitor! "Mine? But why?" Heitor made a wronged face, failing miserably to hide his laughter.

We started setting up tents and sleeping bags. A little after dark, we began roasting smores, laughing and telling stories. "Okay, I got a good one, the story of the swamp boogey monster." Trent said. "Heard it, it's not scary" Kayla dismissed. "I assure you its a certified scare alright" Trent bragged.