Novel & Cerita Bedwetting Story

Our Secret: My Dirty Tale is a compilation of short erotic stories intended for a MATURE AUDIENCE. Please note that ALL characters in these stories are above the age of consent. I would give a trigger warning, but there are wayyy too many. What to expect? Every kink possible. Every sexual pairing possible. Leave your morals behind, grab a toy or two. God knows you'll need a helping hand 😉*wink* Happy-horny reading! Xo, Athena♡

Wet sounds filled the dark room. The orgasm hit me hard and fast. My whole body shook as muscle spasms rushed through my belly and legs. I squirted heavily, soaking the sheets beneath me. A loud moan came out of my throat and echoed off the walls. I lay there for minutes, breathing heavily as my heart beat wildly for the night to come

She continued. “I didn’t say anything about that, I felt like he was probably too tired from the journey and decided to sleep off by taking his bath and dressing properly, so I didn’t tell my parent about it.” She sighed. “The next day, we slept together in the same room, so I woke up to pee but stopped when I noticed the same occurrence, now more clearly since the blanket had shifted off his body.” We paid our utmost attention to this part since this sounds like the climax of the story.

“Same underwear. Not wet,” she said, then went on to pull it off totally. "I don't bedwet anymore!" I defended. Then I heard the door crack open, but she didn’t notice. “Did he touch you down here?” I shook my head. “He didn’t put a finger here? Are you sure? Did he put a finger in the poo poo hole ” "Eww!" I said. "Answer!" She snapped. I shook my head. She was looking in between my thighs. “Good morning,”

We continued kissing while I stroke his length, playing with its head using my thumb then going to the base and back to the top again. "You are wet," I whispered and sucked on his lower lips. I almost laughed out loud realizing usually guys say that to the girls. "That's my precum," He said looking serious still and kissed me again torridly. He tried to reach out between my legs but I stopped him before he touched me down there. "I have my period, remember?" I wouldn't want him to smell my stinky blood in his hands. You know people's instinct to smell their hand after touching something they already know stinks.

Jody gets help seducing her parents. ******** Morning came way too early for me. Last night's sleepover was nothing new, girl talk, plans for the graduation party up at the cabin in the mountains and our plans to have sex with some men (well, post high school boys); a couple of orgasms from our girl loving and of course my plans to seduce my mum and dad. I have been awake for only a few moments, taking in the pleasant feeling of someone's leg touching mine, the pressure of a bum against my hip, the smell of sex still lingering in the air. We'll have to do something about that last one before Bridget's parents return.

Papa said a bad word and blocked the doorway with his body, but I could see his friend asleep on the floor with long blonde hair and red paint all over her. Closing the door, Papa picked me up, my cheeks wet with tears. “Mr. Bunny is ruined,” I cried. “We’ll fix him up.” I sniffled, tears slowing, and whispered, “I’m thirsty.” “You have water beside your bed.” “It has amoebas in it.” I was going through a Bo phase from Signs. “You don’t know what those are.” He forced me to take a bath and combed conditioner through my hair. If he didn’t, my curls got too tangled, and they hurt to brush out.

"Mom, I already said I didn't wet the bed! I just spilled water on it!" Samantha teased him with a smirk. "Yeah, spilled water." Nathan raised his head. "Hmph! Dad wet the bed when he was six. I'm much better than him." Kendrick choked on his saliva at those words. Nathan's sudden disclosure made both Samantha and Kendrick show different expressions. Samantha glanced suspiciously at Kendrick sitting in the front. All she could see was his body being particularly straight, and then his eyes were unusually cold. Nathan's words seemed to be true.

"The blanket's cold. I'm feeling weak, and it's chilly. Conrad, why don't you come in and talk while we stay in bed?" Conrad fell silent. I shut the door.

His breathy voice came through the speakers. "Babe, you look so beautiful today. The thought of you marrying a loser like Emory makes me sick. A broke nobody like him isn't worthy of you." His voice carried through the speakers across the entire ballroom. "Just thinking about him taking my sloppy seconds and treating them like a prize cracks me up. Don't use a condom. Hopefully, you'll get pregnant with my baby today. Let him march into the wedding looking like a complete cuckold—now that's what I call a real wedding gift."