I was always a bedwetter and could never really break the habit. I tried for a few years but I always had trouble sleeping and would have manic episodes or find myself in a suspended manic state for as long as I had "dry nights." In a pissy wet damp pee-smelling bed, I could feel safe and protected and sleep would come naturally, associated with the nice reassuring pee-smell.

 So I never had a girlfriend or boyfriend or any sexual experiences at all. When I was a teenager I fell into the world of drug use and petty crime and a few times spent time in the mental wards where a cop calls in a certain code and that "flags" a person as being unfit for society. 

 Anyway, when I was a teenager I had a fairly close friend who was involved in the same sort of underworld life as myself. At the time we lived in an empty building that had been fire-damaged and had no electric, water etc. We were very bonded by many shared scary experiences. One night in a bookstore I used to shoplift from and was loitering in I read in somesex magazine about how you could chop open an avacodo and fuck the slimy innards of this plant, it feeling very slick. If you could warm it up. even better. I wondered what it would feel like to have sex - I never imagined I would ever have sex. I had a few friends who "turned tricks" for money but I was too chicken to try it thought I tagged along a few times as "protection" for them. I was just a bedwetter and a crazy person, always smelling like pee and at this point I had embraced that and even loved smelling like pee. I dreamed someday I would join a cult or commune worshipping a Goddess and we would all pee the bed together, but it seemed like this could only be a fantasy. Mainly I fantasized about killing myself but I was also too chicken to do that so I just peed my pants and peed the bed.

 Anyway I bought two avacado fruits with money I had left over from selling blood plasma. I could have shoplifted these fruits easily but for some reason it seemed even better to pay for them properly and proudly knowing I would be making love to their soft innards. I relished going through the line! Everyone kept their distance as I reeked of strong pee-smell. 

Anyway my very best friend was more sexually experienced. He had a somewhat steady girlfiend even, and I thought she was so cool and I looked up to her because she was always very gentle and nice to me. Somewhat regularly me and my friend would jerk off next to each other and he would tell me about what it was like to have sex and what his girlfriend's cunt smelled like etc. Oftentimes his sperm would shoot onto my pissy sleeping bag or bed-roll and I would rub it into my skin or into my bedding. Did that count as "sex?" I still don't know! But it WAS love, for sure. We were very bonded and close and he knew all about my bedwetting and viginity etc. He used to think it was funny that I never had sex even though we committed all sorts of petty crimes and had wild experiences together. 

I showed him the avacodo fruits and we jerked off inside of them. It was really heavenly and he confided in me, before he came, that he kind of looked up to me for being a bedwetter. I could hardly believe it! Then he told me that he told his girlfriend about it and had even talked her into emptying a bladderfull of girlpee into his mouth. I told him I had a crush on her, too, and he said he was very OK with that and hoped someday this extremely special goddess girlfriend of his would pee on my bedding and give me her blessing that I could be an honoray Pee Princess. I never came so hard as I did that time into the slippery guts of an avacodo fruit and I reazlied when I had shot all the sperm into the fruit that also my best friend was holding my other hand. We became so bonded and so close then.

 Anyway, he eventually committed suicide. By the way, no one should ever keep a gun in the home that is loaded especially if anyone in the home suffers from depression etc. That's a piece of real life advice you can take out into the real world from a private sex blog on a porn site and apply in real life. Please do it. At least keep all ammo separate. Because this was an "impulse" suicide. I hate thinking of how I lost my nice jerk-off friend. 

 Anyway by this point our lives had become a lot more stable. He actually had married this girlfriend and they had a small apartment. Of course I went to the funeral. I was in my mid 20s and still a virgin (unless you count these masturbation things with my friend? Some would count that? Whatever...) and had worked on having "dry nights" after being put to a psychologist program. By the way I recounced all that and fully relapsed and I diligently wet my pissy little bed every single night these days! 

But anyway.

 This girlfriend who had then become my friend's wife approached me at the funeral. I was very heartbroken and also a little scared of her becasue she was so cool and so incredible. She had been a serious drug user but overcome a lot and was actually in medical school at this time! So I was in awe of her power and brains and she came over to me. She says to me "I know this is very hard on you. I know how close you and --- were. I know you were lovers. You know he told me everything. Let me know if you ever want to come over to visit, I'd like to get to know you better."

You can only imagine all that went through my mind!

 It took ALL my nerve but eventually I called her (this was pre-internet) and said yes I would like to visit with her.

 Of course we talked a lot about this special person we both loved so much and we cried more than once. After a while she got some alcohol and we began to drink a little. Our nerves loosened. Then, to my SHOCK she just said, more or less "at random," "would you like if if I peed on you? I really have to go, all the drinks are going through me. I think ---- would have wanted it."

She put me on the couch, I will never forget any detail of this - and squatted right over my face. I had never even seen a real live naked female before, and now I was going to get to gulp a full bladder of girlpee! I hate to brag, but even she said "wow you did such a good job there's barely any on the cushion! I am so proud of you!" It was emotional and we actually cried again! She told me she didn't want me to leave before she had to pee again, as she wanted to send me home with a pee souveneir. So she peed a lot on the cushion and said "this is your pillow now. Whenever you want to feel like a Pee Princess I want you to hug this pillow and smell the girlpee and feel safe and protected by the Goddess." 

Not too long after this I did start dating a girlfriend and I couldn't work up the never to tell her. The two of them knew each other, too. When this girlfriend of mine finally agreed to pee the bed with me for the first time she still didn't know it was also her friend's girlpee which made this one special pee-pillow smell so wonderful. I still know both of them but always kept all of this story top-secret. It feels nice to tell it on the sex blog LOL!