Wendy's Wet Blog

Saturday, 19th

Hi, I'm Wendy and this is my blog. I don't know exactly why I'm doing a blog other than everyone seems to be doing one these days. I'm just putting this up for me and a few of my friends who know me pretty well, but since it's on the Internet I suppose sooner or later people who don't know me might find it. So I guess I'll have to tell you a little about myself.

If you don't know me you might wonder why I titled the blog "Wendy's Wet Blog." Well, use your imagination! Ok, I guess I have to spell it out. I like being wet. Not just any kind of wet though, I like to wet my pants. I know, some of you are thinking 'ewwwwwwww!' So if you think that's weird you might as well leave now. But before you leave in disgust read this; I used to think I was strange because of this but now I know there are a lot of people who feel the same way I do. Ok, you can leave now!

Still here? Then just remember one thing. I'm doing this blog mainly for me. I'm telling some friends about it, but if you just came across it by accident, or if someone told you about it, all I can say is what you see is what you get. I guess I hope you like what I write here, but it won't ruin my day if my story doesn't interest you.

So, here goes! I mentioned above that I like to wet my pants, well, that's how it started anyway. I guess everyone has done it, lost control I mean. In my case it really was accidental at first. I'd be laughing or being tickled and it just happened. My mother thought I had a weak bladder and it didn't seem to bother her much. Of course if anyone noticed I was terribly embarassed. After a while though I noticed something else. One day I had wet my panties under my skirt and I was away from home and couldn't change into dry pants. It was no big deal, I was used to having wet pants, but this time I began feeling something different. As I walked along the breeze blew up under my skirt and cooled the wet material. This felt kind of sexy and I got a new feeling between my legs. I wanted it to feel warm again and I purposely leaked a little pee into my panties. I liked the warm feeling. It felt really sexy and kind of naughty that I'd done it on purpose.

When I got home I went into my room and began rubbing myself between my legs. I'd masturbated before, my girlfriend taught me how to do it a long time ago, but I'd never done it in wet pants before. It felt really good and before long I let some more pee go in my panties. Well, I tell you, I had the best orgasm ever!

I could tell you more now but this is getting kind of long and I don't want to bore you, I can fill in things when I write more. But there are a few things I have to say so you will know how I got to where I am now.

After that day I began wetting my pants more often, and I usually tried to keep it secret. Whenever I could I'd wash out my pants or panties so my mother wouldn't know, but I think she suspected something was unusual about me. Well, I kept getting away with it and I guess I got a little too bold. One day I was feeling really sexy and I decided to try something really different. I wanted to just let go on my bed and soak it. I don't know what I was thinking, I should have known that at least my mother would find the soaked mattress. I'd leaked a little in my panties and pajamas before, but not so much that it wouldn't dry before morning. This time I guess I just didn't care.

I pulled the blankets off my bed and kneeled down in the middle of the mattress on the blue sheet. I pulled my skirt up to my waist and spread my legs wide. I really had to go bad and when I looked down at my panties it only took moments for the piss to start gushing out. It felt great! My panties got soaked and the piss ran down my legs, soaking into the bed between my legs and making wet pools around my knees. It felt so good I closed my eyes and began stroking the crotch of my panties, the hot piss running between my fingers. The front of my skirt fell back down and I didn't care. I pushed it between my legs and soaked it too. I must have pissed for minutes before I opened my eyes and got the shock of my life. My mother was standing in the doorway watching me! Well, right away I knew this wasn't good.

Sure enough, she started screaming at me, "You little slut! What are you doing!?" All I could think to say was 'isn't it obvious?' but I kept quiet. She went on and on about how dirty I was and that I had to move out, she wouldn't have such a dirty .... more