WET CHRISTMAS GIRL

Diapers have always meant something very special to me, and I have worn them to bed pretty much my whole life. The shame and embarrassment of still being a bedwetter as a teenager was far outweighed by the glorious feeling of waking up in a wet diaper, and then taking my morning pee in my pants instead of getting up.

I even developed the habit of sometimes wetting myself deliberately before I went to sleep, having only pretended to go to the bathroom before I got into bed. Even now as a grown woman I still play these sort of games as well as wet copiously and uncontrollably while I am asleep.

In regard to wearing diapers as an adult during the day, I mainly restrict this to dressing up at home in private where I can put on a little show for my own benefit. I love to dress up in diapers and plastic pants, put a nightie over them, lie on the bed and wet them. I tell myself how dirty I am to still have the desire to wet myself, and revel in the shame and embarrassment of it all.

I also like to wander around the house sometimes, dressed only in diapers and plastic pants and a T-shirt. I like to stand in front of the mirror with my thumb in my mouth, and slowly pull my T-shirt up until I can just see my diapers, then I deliberately piss them until they are warm and squishy. Whenever I've got wet diapers between my legs I get very horny, and have to play with myself. I prefer to lie on my back and open and close my legs, squeezing my thighs against the warm wet material. Then I press the diaper between my legs with my hand while I play with my titties, and quickly come to an overwhelming orgasm.

Sometimes I like to re-enact experiences from when I was younger, as it makes me feel so much more babyish. One Christmas a few years back, even though I had lots of people to see during the day, I was on my own for Christmas morning, and had thought the night before that it would be fun to recreate a Christmas morning from years before. Due to general feelings of excitement on Christmas mornings as a child, little things like the fact that I was wearing diapers tended to slip my mind, and I did not end up getting out of them until much later in the morning. As a result I was always still wearing my diapers when I opened my presents.

At first we used to have our presents put at the end of the bed, so I didn't really have to go far out of my room, but when I was in high school we used to go down to the lounge room to open them. I can clearly remember walking down the hallway on Christmas morning with my wet diapers still on, and my plastic pants making a crinkling sound. We would then sit around the Christmas tree and open our presents. In all the excitement I'm pretty sure my nightie must have sometimes moved up to expose my wet diapers, or probably sometimes just from the way I was sitting my yellow stained pants must have been clearly visible. I don't remember trying to hide them though, and even worse than that I can remember on several occasions needing to use the bathroom but not wanting to take time out to go and get changed. So embarrassed as I am to admit it now, I would sit around the Christmas tree amongst all the presents and secretly wet my pants!

So this is the scene I was trying to recreate. Christmas Eve I got dressed up in my diapers and plastic pants, climbed into bed, and drifted off to sleep clutching my Teddy. Come Christmas morning I woke up early, and just lay there for a while, glowing in the warmth that had flowed from between my sleeping thighs during the night and spread to every little corner. The magical feeling of having wet my bed as I slept never failed to delight me, and as an adult it excited me sexually too. Thinking about what I had done, and the knowledge that I was yet to have my morning pee, started to cause a different kind of wetness. I clamped my thighs together so as to rub my clitoris against the inside of the diaper, and massaged one of my nipples through my nightie.

Since I didn't want to orgasm until I had finished my reenactment, I got out of bed and stood in front of my full length mirror. I immediately focused on the crotch of my plastic pants, full and heavy with my piss soaked diaper, hanging down just below my nightie. I could also see the visual evidence of my sexual excitement as my nipples became hard, my arousal increasing with every inch that I raised the hem. I stared at the yellow stained diaper pinned tightly around my middle and between my legs, uncontrollably letting a hot spurt of pee soak into the material around my pussy. I wanted to wet completely, but still I held on.

I turned from my mirror and headed for the lounge room, deliberately walking in such a way to accentuate the swishing and crackling of my plastic pants between my thighs. It is such a wonderfully humiliating sound which carries with it all the mental images and emotions of being a shameful bedwetter. It so electrified me that I had to stop and pee a bit more before settling down to open my presents. I wriggled in my warmth and wetness to get comfortable, and then purposely lifted my nightie up to expose my diapers to all the people I imagined were watching.

The moment I had been waiting for was fast approaching, and I fumbled with the wrapping on the present from my boyfriend. I know I should have been more interested in what was inside, but the flow that had started in my pants was impossible to ignore.

I tried to pretend I was too excited by my presents to be aware of what I was doing, but I fell under the spell of the warmth that was swirling around my sex. I flicked my nipples and rocked back and forwards on the wad of material that was pressing hard between my legs. The feeling was magical, my pants so warm, my pussy so wet, and the orgasm that followed one of the best I've ever had.