I’m feeling very intellectual, so I decide to spend an evening in bed reading a book. I’m very comfortable in a thin red dress, and my shapely legs and cute little feet are bare. The book is The Catcher in the Rye, and quite soon I’m completely engrossed. I’m so absorbed in the book that my bladder, which I filled by to the brim with tea earlier, takes me completely by surprise. A long wetting gushes out of me and onto the fresh clean bed sheets which I only changed that morning. My dress is soaked, along with the sexy white panties I have on underneath, which are now sticking to my sodden ...

I’m feeling very intellectual, so I decide to spend an evening in bed reading a book. I’m very comfortable in a thin red dress, and my shapely legs and cute little feet are bare. The book is The Catcher in the Rye, and quite soon I’m completely engrossed. I’m so absorbed in the book that my bladder, which I filled by to the brim with tea earlier, takes me completely by surprise. A long wetting gushes out of me and onto the fresh clean bed sheets which I only changed that morning. My dress is soaked, along with the sexy white panties I have on underneath, which are now sticking to my sodden bum. But I’m halfway through a chapter, so I can’t leave and clean up now, and I have no choice but to sit on the wet duvet in the mess I’ve made. The character in the book is very confused. I can’t help but think that he needed some naughty wettings in his life like the one I’ve just done ;)