The night started like most winter nights came home from work, took a long bath and got into my pajamas. I had two glasses of Moscato, read from my book for an hour or so and hit the sheets.
I’m awakened at some point in the evening. I’m staring up at the ceiling when I realize, I feel like I have to go to the bathroom. I dig myself out from all of the blankets and head to the bathroom next to my room. I get in, I don’t even turn the light on, I just sit down and begin to relieve myself. I hear a water trickle but not from my stream hitting the water below but a muffled stream….
I open my eyes and I am laying in my bed. I look around. I’m slightly confused, I thought I was in the bathroom. My dream was so real, I was sure I want dreaming. I move slightly to turn to my side and I can now feel dampness around me. I put a hand on my crotch and it’s soaking. I throw the mountain of covers off of me, bolt across the room to turn the light on. I’m standing making my way back to the bed and I can see the damage from the door. I’ve wet myself and my bed.
I’m still trying to come to grips with wetting myself like a child. I of had 2 glasses, I’ve NEVER had an accident like this! I head to the bathroom and that’s when I get a look at myself in the mirror…my light grey boyshorts have a dark, almost black crotch now. I can’t even look myself in the eyes from the shame that I could now feel coming over my face and chest. I touch the crotch my my underwear and give it a light squeeze…droplets hit my feet and the floor. It’s cold in the room from not having the heat on high, I can see the slight steam coming from my pee stained underwear….Its real. I wet myself. I can’t believe it, I’m 23 years old still pssing myself in my sleep!
I sneak down the hall ot the bathroom next to my room (my roommate and her girlfriend are both sleeping) and finish using the toilet. I glance down between my legs and again see the damage from my accident. I pull the panties off, find a plastic bag under the sink and throw them in it. I quickly wash myself up so I can get back to hiding the evidence of my failure to remain in control.
I take the wet sheets and comfortor to the basket and throw them in the washer, as quietly as I can. I know when I wake in the morning I will have enough time to dry them and take them back upstairs. I throw the panties in the dumpster outside of thr door on my way back to my room. I pull a few items off the top and place the plastic bag holding the evidence underneath so no one will immediately see it. You could identify through the white baggy that something wet was inside. I’m barely able to hold in my embarrassment at this point. I’m tear eyed and its 3 AM and I’ve wet myself, the bed and got pee droplets on the carpet.
I make it to the room and get back on the bed now bare. I find a throw blanket to cover myself with and try my best to forget the last hour and half of my life. Only slightly relieved this took place while everyone was sleeping. What if I had slept on the couch like I’d thought about, I wouldn’t have been able to hide that accident from everyone. The thought of my horror being publicized kept haunting me up the remainder of the night…
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/js43xk/moscato_and_i_had_to_go