Eldora
Fri, 8 Apr 05, 11:09 PM
I got to thinking about bedwetting the other day. I love to experiment. I wet myself wearing different kinds of clothing in various positions, both solo and with my girlfriend, but bedwetting is something I rarely do because the cleaning up after is such a chore. Still, I was in one of those moods where just a straight pants wetting wouldn't satisfy me. I just felt I had to totally soak myself.
So, already bursting for a pee, I put on my favorite sleepwear of a short man's T-shirt and white cotton panties. I got a couple of plastic trash can liners and cut them so I could spread them out and covered my entire mattress with them. I covered the liners with two sheets.
I laid on the bed on my stomach, one knee drawn up, my head turned to the side and resting on one arm, and closed my eyes. For a few mintes I just laid there enjoying the fullness in my bladder and the happy anticipation of what I was about to do. I finally relaxed my sphinctor (sp?) and without forcing it, I just let the pee flow on it's own.
Even without forcing it, I peed in a gusher because I'd been holding it so long. I felt its warmth spread first across the front of my panties, then up my belly to my boobs. As I continued peeing (I thought I'd never stop!) it spread down my legs. As it totally soaked the sheets and me and pooled in the plastic liners, I heard it run off onto the floor. God, it was a flood!
When I finished, I continued to lay there on my belly and enjoyed the wetness. I slipped a hand under myself and felt the soaked T-shirt, panties and sheets. The cloying, pungent odor was almost overpowering but strangely pleasant.
I rolled over and sat up, feeling the wet sheets soak my butt. I inspected myself and discovered my T-shirt was wet in an arc up to my left boob. My panties were soaked all across the front and almost transparent. My legs were wet and glistening. I spread my legs and fondled the crotch of my panties, enjoying the feel of the wet fabric clinging to my labia.
I stood up and checked my reflection in the dresser mirror. My left nipple protruded conspicuously through the wet T-shirt. A few inches of my bare belly, glistening with pee, was visible between the bottom of the T-shirt and the waistband of my panties. I turned to check the rear view. The panties were totally soaked. There wasn't a dry spot on them.
I pulled the panties up tightly into my crotch. The feeling was exquisite. I couldn't leave myself alone any longer. I glanced at the drenched sheets which no longer looked all that inviting, so I laid on the floor on my back, brought my knees up and spread my legs and manipulated myself through the wet panties until I had a convulsive, shuddering orgasm. I lay there breathing heavily, exausted but delerious (sp?) with pleasure.
I looked again at the disaster on the bed. There was even a puddle on the floor where some of the pee had run off. What a massive cleanup job ahead! Was it worth it? Yeah, I must admit it was. Will I do it again? Probably.
So that's my account of my rare bedwetting. I apologize for the mispellings. Spelling was never my strong point and I'm too lazy to open a dictionary. Thanks for listening. Hope I didn't bore you. :)
Eldora
So, already bursting for a pee, I put on my favorite sleepwear of a short man's T-shirt and white cotton panties. I got a couple of plastic trash can liners and cut them so I could spread them out and covered my entire mattress with them. I covered the liners with two sheets.
I laid on the bed on my stomach, one knee drawn up, my head turned to the side and resting on one arm, and closed my eyes. For a few mintes I just laid there enjoying the fullness in my bladder and the happy anticipation of what I was about to do. I finally relaxed my sphinctor (sp?) and without forcing it, I just let the pee flow on it's own.
Even without forcing it, I peed in a gusher because I'd been holding it so long. I felt its warmth spread first across the front of my panties, then up my belly to my boobs. As I continued peeing (I thought I'd never stop!) it spread down my legs. As it totally soaked the sheets and me and pooled in the plastic liners, I heard it run off onto the floor. God, it was a flood!
When I finished, I continued to lay there on my belly and enjoyed the wetness. I slipped a hand under myself and felt the soaked T-shirt, panties and sheets. The cloying, pungent odor was almost overpowering but strangely pleasant.
I rolled over and sat up, feeling the wet sheets soak my butt. I inspected myself and discovered my T-shirt was wet in an arc up to my left boob. My panties were soaked all across the front and almost transparent. My legs were wet and glistening. I spread my legs and fondled the crotch of my panties, enjoying the feel of the wet fabric clinging to my labia.
I stood up and checked my reflection in the dresser mirror. My left nipple protruded conspicuously through the wet T-shirt. A few inches of my bare belly, glistening with pee, was visible between the bottom of the T-shirt and the waistband of my panties. I turned to check the rear view. The panties were totally soaked. There wasn't a dry spot on them.
I pulled the panties up tightly into my crotch. The feeling was exquisite. I couldn't leave myself alone any longer. I glanced at the drenched sheets which no longer looked all that inviting, so I laid on the floor on my back, brought my knees up and spread my legs and manipulated myself through the wet panties until I had a convulsive, shuddering orgasm. I lay there breathing heavily, exausted but delerious (sp?) with pleasure.
I looked again at the disaster on the bed. There was even a puddle on the floor where some of the pee had run off. What a massive cleanup job ahead! Was it worth it? Yeah, I must admit it was. Will I do it again? Probably.
So that's my account of my rare bedwetting. I apologize for the mispellings. Spelling was never my strong point and I'm too lazy to open a dictionary. Thanks for listening. Hope I didn't bore you. :)
Eldora