Has anyone else ever lied to a friend (or anyone else for that matter) and told them that you still wet the bed sometimes, even when you don't, just for the thrill? It seems like a bizarre thing to do and I suppose it is, but I can't be the only one.
Last night I was hanging out with a female friend of mine until early in the morning talking about all kinds of stuff, and I brought up a picture that she had "liked" recently on Facebook about bedwetting. We talked about some experiences when we were younger and then I asked her when was the last time it happened to her and to my disappointment she said she hadn't wet the bed since she was a kid. Bedwetting is a big turn on for me; I wanted to keep the conversation going so I told her that the last time I had a going-to-the-bathroom dream and had an accident was more recently than I'd admit to most people, and insinuated that it still happened with some regularity. She gave me a sympathetic smile, a pat on the arm and said something to the effect of "your secret is safe with me." I got a huge thrill out of it.
Like most (I assume) people who enjoy bedwetting, becoming a real bedwetter again is a nice fantasy but not practical in reality. Since most of the thrill of bedwetting comes from the feelings of shame and humiliation, having someone else believe that I am a bedwetter is really the next best thing. In her mind - in her perception of reality - I am a genuine bedwetter. There's also the remote possibility that she tells someone else and that word will get around. I don't think she will, but I'll never know for sure that she didn't so maybe in a few weeks time everyone will "know" that I still wet the bed. That's a pretty exciting thought.
I do feel some amount of guilt for involving her in my fetish with her knowledge or consent but at the same time I think it's pretty harmless. I'm not going to bring this up with her again - that might start to get a bit weird - and she might never give it another thought. There was also the temptation to take it further - thinking back on it now I can't help but wish that I'd told her I wore Drynites to bed through most of high school, or that I still put a plastic mattress protector down after a big night out, or that I once wet the bed with a girl in it (actually that one wouldn't have been a lie, but that's beside the point), or any number of other extra-humiliating stories. I know that in a calmer state of mind I'll be glad that I didn't.
So that's my story. Does anyone else have a similar experience?