Why do I so love to wet myself
A question I have wondered about so much. The start has to go back to childhood. But why, so many years later, do I still love wetting (and messing) myself.
I do love the naughtyness of going in my knickers, shorts, jeans, pull up. Wanting to go and then just doing it. If I can get away with it it’s especially exciting when in a public place.
Then, once wet, that damp feeling around my crotch.
And if (as so often) I rewet a number of times I love to see the build up of “tide lines” and my own pee “scent”
In public it is of course very noticeable, so I will often then wear a pull up (or very occasionally a diaper)
Or if dressed em femme (I and convincing) just wetting my knickers under my skirt.
None of this answers “why”, but if anyone has ever read I’m OK, You’r OK you will understand that (I believe) it’s just the child in me that loves to be naughty!
I do love the naughtyness of going in my knickers, shorts, jeans, pull up. Wanting to go and then just doing it. If I can get away with it it’s especially exciting when in a public place.
Then, once wet, that damp feeling around my crotch.
And if (as so often) I rewet a number of times I love to see the build up of “tide lines” and my own pee “scent”
In public it is of course very noticeable, so I will often then wear a pull up (or very occasionally a diaper)
Or if dressed em femme (I and convincing) just wetting my knickers under my skirt.
None of this answers “why”, but if anyone has ever read I’m OK, You’r OK you will understand that (I believe) it’s just the child in me that loves to be naughty!
