The Four Desperate Cheerleaders: A desperate wetting story

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I know what you need now," Damien whispered softly. "C'mon. Let's get you inside and to the bathroom. You can do it." Oh, sorry,” she said. She relaxed her grip. “Is that better?” She gave it a little rub, and I just gulped, and nodded ‘yes!’ If we weren't doing that, whenever we'd take my uncle's dog out on walks through the local "park" (basically a long gravel driveway and a playground set next to a shit ton of woods) we'd take turns daring each other to pee either in the bushes, or, if we were brave, out in the middle of the gravel roads. R: Scott and Ari (Arielle) are on their fifth date before Scott nervously introduces Ari to his wetlook fantasies…

Sol!" Damien laughingly threw himself at his lean boyfriend, wrapping his arms around Sol's torso. "Hey, baby, how you doing?" We shared a lot of wetting stories. We told each other about all of our past accidents, and if we ever saw another kid with wet pants, we couldn't wait to tell each other. I estimate that I wet myself probably 8-9 times between the ages of 7-10, and I remember precisely wetting my pants 4 times between the ages of 10-12, the last time only a couple of months before turning 13. I'm talking about actual "accidents" though. I wet myself a lot of times when I could get away with it, like playing with the hose or in the pool. I did it whenever I could get away with it.

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Damien was horrified at the way Sol begged to him; the frantic pleading in his eyes, the horrible fear on his face. Damien didn't care if Sol soaked his pants - he just wanted his boyfriend to be happy. But he knew, right now, that if Sol wet himself, it was going to be a long road to getting Sol to smile ever again. He wasn't sure why, but he knew his boyfriend, and he knew that Sol needed to get to a bathroom fast. I’m choosing to share my story with anybody who wants to read it. Anyone who is going through the same thing will understand on a totally different level. My message to you is to keep calm and carry on. You’re a soldier. The people who judge have no idea what you go through daily. year-old Clementine is fresh out of high school and off to college in a big, new city. She's inexperienced, busy, and broke. Things take a turn for her when she meets a mysteriously kind stranger who's determined to solve all of those problems for her. Language: English Words: 9,375 Chapters: 5/? Comments: 11 Kudos: 73 Bookmarks: 27 Hits: 3,719 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.

I was gone for five seconds," Sol huffed, sliding next to Damien. His bladder whimpered when it realized that it wasn't going to get the relief it craved, but Sol hushed it, and instead settled for crossing his legs tightly and smiling at Damien. "But I guess I can lie and say I missed you too. Just to make you feel better." Brian doesn't hang around and one week later he's enticing her, still wearing her blue dress, into his swimming pool. Everyone is different, but I think that if you are in a relationship with someone and you have an illness or injury, that isn’t going to change things. I was straightforward with my girlfriend and we moved on together. We are still intimate. We still sleep together. We just keep my nighttime attire exclusive of our love life. “ YOUR ATTITUDE CAN MAKE A HUGE DIFFERENCE! I think it was something about the wholly voluntary aspect of what he was doing that caught my attention. He could have gotten up and gone at any point but instead elected to wait and wait and wait sometimes for really long periods. Babe," Damien said. "I'm really sorry about this, but...I think we just hit traffic. I know you don't feel well, um, but...there's a spare bag in the trunk if you feel like queasy and-"mk breaks a mirror. this has unforeseen consequences (bad news: a baby swk pops into existence and now its up to the REAL swk to take care of it... if he can even keep it alive) (good news: hes a really cute baby) 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. Now, Sol's father had never been the nicest man, and although he was never quite abusive or outright mean, he was very big on being a man and not showing weakness. Always stern and rarely showing love or affection, his father had been quite unnerved by Sol's accident. Instead of offering support, he had told Sol he was acting like a girl and that that was the definition of weak. Sol could still remember the words his father had said to him before he'd went to bed that night. "My son would never do something as weak as this. You may live in this house, and I may support you with money and shelter, but you are, and never will again be considered my son." No," Sol whimpered; his whole body was curled against the seat, and he moved to sit so his heel pressed against his crotch, trying to shove all of his pee into his bloated bladder. I don't remember how it started, but Shelby and I ALWAYS went into the bathroom together whenever one of us had to pee. Never if we had to go #2, although the other would sit outside the door so we could still talk, but we always shared the bathroom when we had to pee.