Posted by Annie on December 13, 1998 at 15:50
In Reply to: Re: True public wetting accident posted by Lloyd on December 13, 1998 at 15:14
I will try to give you a brief history of how I got into watersports.
As long as I remember, I have been fascinated with peeing. I believe it all started when I had a baby sister as a three year old, got jealous and started to wet my pants again and was put back into diapers for some weeks. I had then been out of diapers for one year, my mom was quite strickt and wanted me to use the bathroom instead of my diapers. She always got mad if I wet my pants at daytime, but not if I wet my bed. I can not remember wearing diapers again, or wetting my pants at that time - but I have some vague memories of later wettings, and I also remember the fear of wetting my pants every time I was somewhere I didn't know where the bathrooms were, or if there were any. This fear I had with me til I was quite old - I guess about 16-17. I secretly wanted to wet and get away with it, but knew I would never get away with it, not with my mom. I was not a bedwetter, but regularly had accidents in bed until the age of 13, and I have had some accidents later too, but very seldom. I remember very clearly one day when I was 12 or 13, I had just had a bath and was drying myself with my old big blue soft baby towel. I had this funny feeling between my legs, sort of tickling, and I sat down on the bathroom floor with the towel between my legs and rubbed it forth and back. It felt like a soft diaper, and it tickled me to loose my muscles. I found out that when I pressed my muscles, like when I peed, while rubbing, it felt real good. So I did, and I started to pee a little. It was a new experience to me, I had never before played with myself, and now I did - and I combined it with peeing. From that day I used to pee a little in my towel after taking a bath, and later, when I learnt to use the washing machine, I peed my pants when my parents were away and washed them afterwards. I always did it inside the house, never in public.
As a child, I had a lot of close calls - almost accidents - I was hopeless and well known for always waiting too long to tell someone if I had to go to the bathroom, I didn't like telling anyone, still don't like to ask for the bathroom and often wiggle a while before I go. I never do it to arrange an accident, I just ignore it out of habit I guess. My mom used to be angry with me for not planning my bathroom visits better - I always had to go at once when I finally told them I had to go - or I would wet my pants. I said that I didn't have to go if they asked me before it had become obvious - because then I didn't want to stop doing what I was doing - and I still behave like that.
As a sexually active grown-up, I have found out that sex is wonderful for me with a full bladder. My boyfriend doesn't know that I am a wetter, I haven't told him yet, afraid he might find it weird. I have never wet myself in front of him. I have never told anyone except my sister about my preference, and I enjoy sex without wetting. I often wet myself when I'm alone, like other women masturbates. My way of masturbating is wetting myself.
I have had lots of close calls as a grown up, and a few real accidents too. One of them was the story I told you in the beginning of this thread.