I honestly can’t remember a time I wasn’t interested in pee. It started fairly early for me.
I remember the first time I wet my bed, I stayed extra quiet, still, after my parents went to sleep, and I let go. It was wonderful to lie in, but not so fun to sleep in. After it grew cold I changed underwear and put a towel down. I didn’t get in trouble, but I’m sure my parents knew.
The next time I wanted to pee in bed, I peed on my towel. I liked that much more. It felt better and it was easier to clean up.
I peed in my closet once, just for the hell of it. I wasn’t shy about peeing anywhere, as long as I was alone.
I can remember waiting up late, staying up to watch those shows, movies, things I wasn’t supposed to see yet. And I always got wet, soaking through my panties and I’d have to hide them in the bottom of the hamper.
And after I got soaking wet, I didn’t touch myself, no. Of course not. I peed. Every time I got that tingle, I got a different kind of tingle.
And once I finally wet my panties, I was hooked.