The Four Desperate Cheerleaders: A desperate wetting story

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I told him that the bedroom was a lot more comfortable… he agreed and we got up and went into the bedroom. When we got there he almost immediately took off his pants! I said, Oops! I'm sorry, I not ready to get naked yet… just thought this would be more comfortable. For some odd reason, I've been peeing my pants a lot lately. It started last week at work. I had to go really bad. On my way to the toilet, I started peeing in my pants. Not allowed," Damien sang. He patted Sol's shoulder. "It's okay. We can heavily make out afterwards." Everything he had worked for went down the train. All of the precaution he had taken the last few years to never wet himself again had gone to waste - and now he was standing in his own piss, his father in front of him, his life about to spiral downwards once more. Jane: A collection of articles by "Jane", describing her past wetlook experiences and how they help form her

One day I took it way too far and had an accident in class. It was a little embarrassing, sure, but humiliating? No. Exciting? Ohmygod yes.Short Story Writing | Writers | Read Online | Writing Contests | Writing Software | Writing Journals | Writing A Book | Writing A Novel Lord Sopping: A collection of stories from Lord Sopping. These came from "Gary Kay's Wetting Album". He assured me that he wasn't trying to get something against me or to break up… he just wanted to "watch". Then he suggested that maybe the next time we go out… I could just "make out" with another guy while he watched? We continued to talk about it with him stressing that he would stay out of sight and would only watch! And that I didn't have to do anything but make out with him, but that right after the guy would leave… we would make love! He kept stressing that watching made him super excited and that I should do it for him.

Sol gasped softly as his bladder replied with an urgent yes, a spurt of pee spilling from his bladder and into the fabric of his boxers. The pee was warm and moist, and incredibly nice to let out, but it sent Sol into a deep pit of fear. Both his hands squeezed harder, and he shifted his bum on the seat, bending forward deeply. Don't wet yourself, he pleaded to his bladder. You're going to lose everything if you do. Sol writhed in his seat, pale and moaning with desperation. Shelley occasionally wet herself on accident, and it never bothered her. Usually it was only a minor leaking type of thing, although she sometimes had larger accidents as well.I'm thrilled," Sol said. He shifted his bum on Damien's lap, trying to find a comfortable position. He'd always had a small bladder, and because he always went to the bathroom about a million times a day, his bladder muscles couldn't endure holding for that long. He could feel the pulsing in his lower abdomen, and the faint ache starting to form. I have to get to the bathroom...just in case... H: A couple meet in the hotel bar and she invites him up to her room, where there's a large whirlpool bath… Incontinence is certainly something that makes people uncomfortable. I have anxiety and depression and I speak freely about my mental health. But when you mention wetting the bed, people get this ‘look’ – almost like they must react that way so everybody can see they don’t have incontinence. Sol just nodded, still frozen with fear. He removed his hand once more, but was forced to rub his legs together desperately as he was pulled along by Damien. As they left the room, his bladder once more squeezed, as if asking, We're leaving without using a bathroom? Sol just told it to shut up, moaned softly, and let himself be dragged outside of the pizza place. The sky had darkened across the city, stripping the light blue to a mix of oranges and pinks. Are you okay?" Damien had an iron grip on the steering wheel. "It sounds like you're in too much pain. Babe, I'm taking you to the ER, okay?"