As I did not attend a mixed school my experiences were sadly too few and far between. In fact, most of them were during out of school hours – on the farm where my same age friend lived. He had a sister two years older, who would sometimes bring two or three girls home after school to play around. I was brought up in a village in Hertfordshire in the 1950s and 60s. I lived with my mother and sister, my dad having taken off to find some excitement when I was quite small. My sister Sally was about a year older than me. Sally tended to look down on me, both because of her age and the fact that I was a mere male! Mum, while she was very kind, was very Victorian in her outlook. She tended to regard any discussing of sexual matters, almost anything below the belt, as rather dirty, and never tried to give me even the slightest hint about puberty or the ‘Facts of Life’!

Clare said again, “Come on Tom! Don’t worry, I won’t tell mummy, but I might if you don’t let me have a look!” I’ve got this brilliant idea for her birthday. How do you fancy a wet and messy evening? I’m up for it – how about you?” We all happily started stripping off. Soon we were all standing in her garden, freezing cold but happily starkers. She lied down beside me. We started talking, she was very fun to talk with. She was twelve years old and was staying with her parents at an other hotel. But then she got silent. I looked at her. She looked as she was in pain, and she had one hand between her thighs.Cant believe I'm gonna admit this but, several years ago, we'd been to my office Christmas party at Selfridges Hotel. For some bizarre reason, it seemed a good idea to get the night bus all the way home.

When I got to the top of my road, I threw a strop about how I'd ruined my shoes and threw them over a wall. The weaker your pelvic floor the greater your risk of incontinence and the worse your sex life is likely to be. I started to continue to the sea, as I thought she wished to rinse her panties. But she stopped me. Angie’s face was a picture. For a minute I thought she was going to turn round and belt Tania but then she just grinned a bit weakly. After all, she knew what Tania was like and she HAD been told it was going to be a ‘wet and messy’ evening!Eventually she went to university and started wearing nappies. "I was still called names and still had accidents," she said. "The only difference was that I had a bathroom pass so was never in that original situation again. Then we noticed some people coming in our direction, and giggling all the way, we ran hand in hand down to the sea and dived in the water!

Why not? We can rinse our panties in the sea afterwards, and no one would know. I promise, it feels so nice to wet yourself. This wasn't my first time, you know! Don't you need to pee?"Keeping it a secret from everyone she knew, she suffered alone and the actual condition went undiagnosed for years. At the time of the following exciting adventure we were sixteen, but I was a few months older than she was. If I wasn't doing this I would just be claiming off the system and there's a lot of trolls in that of itself with people who diss people who claim benefits. I'm now actually able to be independent and pay my own way and my children can have things they wouldn't have had before. I looked at her. I couldn't believe what I heard! A twelve year old girl, who used to pee herself for fun? It wasn't normal... But then again, she looked so content, when she wetted herself. She really seemed to enjoy it. And a voice inside me said, that it couldn't hurt to try. Just this once... The pelvic floor muscles are located between your legs, and run from the pubic bone at the front to the base of your spine.

My best friend Tania just loves her fun. I’ve lost count of the number of times she’s pulled some practical joke or landed me or some of her other mates right in it. Oh, sorry,” she said. She relaxed her grip. “Is that better?” She gave it a little rub, and I just gulped, and nodded ‘yes!’ That was my first time. The days, that followed, we spent at the beach, drinking lots of water until we couldn't hold ourselves any longer and peed ourselves. We did it lying down in the sand, standing up and even walking! This was how it began, and I've never stopped since... She pushed me and I went sprawling into the icy water and the mountain of slimy stuff that was floating on top of it. My clothes got well soaked and I was looking like a girl in a wet T-shirt contest!

After a night out in town celebrating a friends birthday I had obviously had too many drinks and got caught short in agony while waiting for a cab, in the cold. I ended up running down an alley to squat (yes, I'm female and this is when we wish we were like men!) when I suddenly heard this screaming sound from out of the darkness. There were 3 other girls all going in various darkened corners - ALL from my university. ALL thinking I did not come out with them becuse I told them I 'had to study'. It ended the friendship :mad: Anyhow, having got us to play strip darts down the local pub, we were all wondering what her latest brainwave would be. We didn’t have to wait long to find out! My first ‘touching’ experience came a couple of years later, when I was about 15. I joined the local youth club which met on a Thursday evening. There was a bit of dancing, daft games and general nonsense. My eye was caught by a girl named Pamela, whom I knew vaguely just from being around in the village. She went to the local Girls’ Secondary Modern. She was not exactly glamorous-looking, but she had a very nice body. She was quite tall, plumpish and with big tits.