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Hi, my name is Kayleigh I'm a 31 year old happily married woman from the North of England. I have been coming on here and looking at posts for many years and I have finally summoned the courage to post today.
I just want to share some of my thoughts and experiences on this topic and also to ask how many people actually wish they didn't have this fetish and also people's thoughts on how they ended up with it.
As long as I can remember it has been a hindrance to my life. The cleaning, the privacy and the feeling of shame that it used to bring me before I accepted it as 'normal'.
The early days were the most awkward. I used to fantasise from an early age about wetting myself etc although not in a sexual way. I didn't actually do it until around 11 or 12 years old when I started puberty.
I would sit on the toilet with my knickers on. That's as daring as I'd get and it didn't cause any issues until it wasn't enough for me.
The next step was going to bed whilst needing the toilet and wetting myself a little bit there. That rarely caused any issues either until I naturally became more daring.
One night I got home from school needing tom pee and, for reasons I still don't know, decided I was going to hold it until bed time. I acted as normal had my tea, brushed my teeth and went to bed. By this time I really, really needed to pee, I was getting a huge rush thinking about it. The consequences of what I was about to do paled into insignificance next to the butterflies in my belly!
That Friday night, incidentally, was when I had my first real orgasm and also when the problems/excitement began!
After around 15 minutes in bed when I knew my family would assume I was asleep and nobody would disturb me, I let go. All of it.
What followed was 5 minutes of pleasure followed by a very wet, worried night wondering what I was going to do the next day. I had to say to my mum that I had wet the bed. It was embarrassing but looking back it was not the end of my life. What was annoying though was I knew that I enjoyed it and I would want to do it again. I couldn't use that excuse again.
I wet many times after that when I could, usually in the shower or bathtub and occasionally other times when the opportunity arose. (Lots of stories for next time here!).
I didn't plan on admitting this on here but I did pooping a few times too to complicate things further.
The sneaking around and covering up went on for years and all through being 17 and 18 I didn't do it at all as we had my gran staying with us.
That was until I left home for uni.
It was the first time I did my own washing, and my own space and had my own time. It was great.
I bought a waterproof mattress cover and had an abundance of towels. Soon after buying them I was testing them out, they worked great and I had a great 3 years of uninterrupted fun. I would on many occasions get in from a night out with friends needing to pee and run straight past the toilet and jump into bed and sigh with relief!
Soon after graduating I was back at home. No more fun. Rarely anyway.
I had a brief stint with an ex boyfriend then moved back home until I met my current husband. Now he knows about my fetish he always has and we do indulge occasionally. He actually likes it but it really is a solo thrill for me. Nowadays if I ever enjoy it, its in secret. The amount of times I have nearly been caught is ridiculous. I do really enjoy it for the brief time I'm doing it, the rest of the time its a hassle!
I don't know the purpose of this post, I think I just wanted to ramble on and share my story! Thanks, Kayleigh.
I just want to share some of my thoughts and experiences on this topic and also to ask how many people actually wish they didn't have this fetish and also people's thoughts on how they ended up with it.
As long as I can remember it has been a hindrance to my life. The cleaning, the privacy and the feeling of shame that it used to bring me before I accepted it as 'normal'.
The early days were the most awkward. I used to fantasise from an early age about wetting myself etc although not in a sexual way. I didn't actually do it until around 11 or 12 years old when I started puberty.
I would sit on the toilet with my knickers on. That's as daring as I'd get and it didn't cause any issues until it wasn't enough for me.
The next step was going to bed whilst needing the toilet and wetting myself a little bit there. That rarely caused any issues either until I naturally became more daring.
One night I got home from school needing tom pee and, for reasons I still don't know, decided I was going to hold it until bed time. I acted as normal had my tea, brushed my teeth and went to bed. By this time I really, really needed to pee, I was getting a huge rush thinking about it. The consequences of what I was about to do paled into insignificance next to the butterflies in my belly!
That Friday night, incidentally, was when I had my first real orgasm and also when the problems/excitement began!
After around 15 minutes in bed when I knew my family would assume I was asleep and nobody would disturb me, I let go. All of it.
What followed was 5 minutes of pleasure followed by a very wet, worried night wondering what I was going to do the next day. I had to say to my mum that I had wet the bed. It was embarrassing but looking back it was not the end of my life. What was annoying though was I knew that I enjoyed it and I would want to do it again. I couldn't use that excuse again.
I wet many times after that when I could, usually in the shower or bathtub and occasionally other times when the opportunity arose. (Lots of stories for next time here!).
I didn't plan on admitting this on here but I did pooping a few times too to complicate things further.
The sneaking around and covering up went on for years and all through being 17 and 18 I didn't do it at all as we had my gran staying with us.
That was until I left home for uni.
It was the first time I did my own washing, and my own space and had my own time. It was great.
I bought a waterproof mattress cover and had an abundance of towels. Soon after buying them I was testing them out, they worked great and I had a great 3 years of uninterrupted fun. I would on many occasions get in from a night out with friends needing to pee and run straight past the toilet and jump into bed and sigh with relief!
Soon after graduating I was back at home. No more fun. Rarely anyway.
I had a brief stint with an ex boyfriend then moved back home until I met my current husband. Now he knows about my fetish he always has and we do indulge occasionally. He actually likes it but it really is a solo thrill for me. Nowadays if I ever enjoy it, its in secret. The amount of times I have nearly been caught is ridiculous. I do really enjoy it for the brief time I'm doing it, the rest of the time its a hassle!
I don't know the purpose of this post, I think I just wanted to ramble on and share my story! Thanks, Kayleigh.
) and he doesn't seem to see it as a problem. Are you hurting anybody? Is it interfering with work? Is it affecting your health? I'm guessing NO! I'd enjoy yourself if I were you, why not? You sound as though you have your head screwed on right so I'm sure you would recognize if it did become over-obsessive. Thanks for your post and do post more. desp k
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