Ever since turning 21 last year, I've been enjoying the wonders of getting drunk. Though I haven't ever run into bladder issues, I can attest to have many urges and trips to piss.

Well, one early morning I woke up a bit hungover, but still more in a drunken daze. I was feeling too cozy to get out of bed despite the urgent need to go. Now, I'll admit, I often wished I could just let it go on regular mornings, but I knew better and got out of bed to hit the bathroom. This time, I just let it happen without even hesitating. It was such a warm, pleasant, and relieving experience. At the end, I pretty much passed right out again.

The next time I woke up wasn't as pleasurable. It was damp and cold with a bad headache. I figured the damage was done, so I relieved myself again. It wasn't much, but it still felt really nice. The regrettable and embarrassing part of it was cleaning up and trying to keep this wetting experience hidden from my roommate. He wouldn't let me live it down if he found out I pissed myself.

Anyway, the sheets were cleaned, and the mattress was...well, it was scrubbed clean, but I'm sure the interior was fucked. My roommate had no idea it ever happened. Anyway, the experience was an eye-opener for me. On one hand, I really enjoyed the wetting feeling, but dealing with the mess and regret? It just doesn't seem worth it.

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