This happened only a couple years ago. I did something wrong but I can't say I regret what id done. After all you have to treat yourself every once in a while. We were vacationing and at first we stayed to sleep in a crummy motel I could barely last the night. It was just us girls we had all graduated from college together. My boyfriend was to busy with his job to come as we did not plan this trip. It was spur of the moment.

They all had there boyfriends with them. Guys I did not know kept trying to hook up with me but I'm loyal. Never thought a second about. They were cute too. I did not really enjoy most of the trip I was always the designated driver. So I could not drink anything except a lot of coffee and energy drinks to stay awake. My Confession starts here. We ditched that really decrepit Motel and we ended up staying at a pretty dapper place. Been to some hotels this one was better than average. I was really delighted! We also had to get our own rooms. We can skip ahead to the last night there I turned in no sooner than eight or nine... I fell asleep... I woke up god knows what time it was still dark. I really needed to use the facilities there are only so many cups of coffee my bladder can hold. I was past the point of being able to sleep through it. I tried long enough. I did the only thing I could do I forced myself up from the warm bed. Walked myself into the bathroom and turned on the light. The light hurt my eyes like always.

It was at this point I was just waking up enough to realize that I had an opportunity to do something deliciously naughty. Why do I have to use the toilet anyways? No parents around to tell me what to do. And I don't have to busy myself with a mess later either. The hotel had a lot of maids. I thought about just letting go on either the bathroom flooring or the carpet in the main room. The very moment I had thought to to do this I had already made up my mind. The main enjoyment was knowing that I was going to piss the bed. That's what I had wanted to do secretly in the back of my mind. Of course I had to do what I call a sanity check and wonder if it's okay to just return to bed and relieve myself there? And I thought I paid my hard earned cash to spend the night there. The toilet should be optional. You know customers are always right. Except when they aren't I worked retail so I hate that phrase. I really had to PEE! So it was difficult every second of holding it was painful. I took one last look over to the toilet before turning off the lights. I quickly rushed back over to my hotel bed I really needed to take a leak. I convinced myself that this was alright and hoped I was not going to far... The whole thought process could be summed up as even young woman can have "accidents" too! And BOY was I sure about to have one!!! I slipped into bed pulled the covers myself... I drowned the last thoughts that I may regret this out of my head.

It was my turn to treat myself for this vacation. I get to have my fun now no matter the consequences. The bed had a plastic sheet on it but I still knew someone would be cleaning up the pee smelling mess. But there was no sitting on the toilet for this girl. The bed would just have to do! And so I began... It all came out fast. I drenched everything... The bottom of the pillow got wet around the time I was still wetting myself. It lasted a long time. For a little while the bed filled up with my urine and I was laying in a pool I kid you not. I was nervous but planned to leave without saying a thing in the morning. So I would not have to face anyone directly about it.

I masturbated laying in my own puddles. Well it was not really a puddle anymore it soaked into the sheets. Drifted back and forwards while I tried my best to sleep. I had strange dreams too. Finally I woke up to my alarm. My heart jumped up as I was waking up and realizing what I had done! Don't get me wrong I did not regret it. After all I was paying customer. And accidents can happen. I checked my phone made sure I still had time to step into the shower before going to meet up with my friends. We were done with the hotel. My room was on another floor and we were all booked separately. I lifted up the sheets to survey the damage I did. And the plastic sheet did nothing. Must have been old or torn. I carefully inspected the mattress directly before putting the sheets back down. I don't know how they clean these things after messes like this is what I thought. But I guess they will find out. I laid down and positioned myself for another wetting it was morning and as usual that means I needed to pee again. Not as much but it was a desperate need. I had not even bothered to properly put the plastic mattress cover back on it was halfway off under the sheets. It barely stopped anything. And if I'm going out of my way to wet my bed I might as well be naughty and purposely stain the mattress. I kind of got off on the fact that I was pissing the bed without a care in the world! Sure someone would have to clean this but the thrill of wetting a bed intentionally and not just any bed. It was not even mine.

I started to pee and I kept it going until about have way though I stopped suddenly when my body sent a violent signal to my brain traveling from my belly. I realized I need to go #2. I figured that I have more than enough time to finish wetting. Poop on the toilet and shower and leave. But oh no! And thought crawled it's way into my mind. I couldn't could I? This new thought came quickly? I don't know if I secretly carried this with me for a while. I knew about my interests for wetting myself. But this was going to be a big jump. I was truthful to myself and I knew I wanted to sh*t the bed. This was different though than just wetting. Even I could not convince myself that this was okay. But I guess I was true to both myself and my word. That toilets are optional! I was so nevious I found myself forgetting just to breath. Like a terror but not from terror it was from excitement mixed with shame... Not only did I purposely wet but I'm going to dirty the bed and myself right here? I was naked so nothing to stop the mess from reaching the bed.

Even I found myself in a conundrum I kept think your not going to do this. It's easy just walk to the toilet! You will regret this! The poor women maids I did not want them to have to clean this up. But than I thought no I may only get this one chance. I will regret not doing this. After all I may never work up the nerve to do it again. And I may already face trouble as it is. I knew all along the moment I saw that the plastic sheet did not work that the mattress was likely done for. Or would need a well done cleaning. If I do this and go all the way I could enjoy it. Would be no time to pleasure myself I had to leave very soon. But I could cherish the memory. Before I could change my mind I pushed hard and peed while at the same time I pooped not as much as I needed to but enough that I had done it! My heart basically stopped.

What had I done! I knew that if I kept going it was going to be somewhat soft and messy. In any case it would always be messy giving the fact of what I was doing. Even though I pooped just now mainly to cross the line of no return. Had I really just crossed it? No if I stopped and did my best to clean up I could probably salvage most of the mess. Of course not the peed bed but I could clean my poop at least. Than I realized that I really did not want to clean and I probably did not have enough time. I was just where I wanted to be. It felt good knowing that I was wetting, soiling the smell started to really hit me. Not just the poop either. But as much as the smell got to me it turned me on too. So then I laid my head down on the pillow. Closed my eyes and finished everything. I only had moments left of wetting but I pushed hard and then harder even more. For probably five minutes. Heck longer than that. But it felt like a lot less time. I ended up expelling a lot more sh-t than I thought I would. Still not as much as it could have been I did not eat that much the previous afternoon-night. It took a moment to be able to move, to much of an Adrenalin rush probably.

After I was sure that I was finished I got up trying not to get even more of the mess on my legs but it was to late. Part of my leg and the sheets rolled over the place where I had pooped and peed the most. Making the mess a little worse and now my leg was an awful mess. But I smiled. Smiled but I was a nervous mess. I need to leave I can't be here when they the maid comes in. The sight and smell was to much for me to handle. Not really in just a bad way either I was horny! And kind of in shell shock of what I had done. The humiliation even if I did get to sneak out of here. The humiliation would still exist. There was no way I would ever admit to the hotel that it was NOT an accident. It would be difficult to prove that I did this on purpose? Why would I? But I did! I felt somewhat guilty... No a lot guilty... but I did it to treat myself! And like I already said before there was no parents or guardians to punish me. And no one there to enforce me to use the toilet like a normal person. I guess you could say the bed was my toilet that night! At least I had to control in my life to choose this. Even though a lot of it was spur of the moment. Spur of the moment but heavily debated. And I had full control. It felt really refreshing to kind of rebel the moment I stood near the toilet. It would have been effortless to use it. But I choose my "Accident" instead.

I don't dislike toilets that's the whole point I did this on purpose. For my own enjoyment, fun, sexual & stress release. And because I had always wanted to give it a try. But I think cleaning up at home while worth it would ruin my bed. So this was also my chance. Plus to tell the truth it's not just about wetting a bed. Wetting my own bed would have been fun if I ever do it. But this was better than doing it at home.

I was already done showering while all these thoughts or at least what I remember of them still ran though my mind. I'm probably never going to poop in my hotel bed again! I can't do that at home either. The mess I left was to much to clean. Sorry maids.If it were me cleaning I would just throw my own bed out. But I promised myself that if I get the chance to wet the bed again I will. After all guests should feel relaxed and to me that means being able to choose were I take a p*ss. If I want to do it in any bed my own or the hotels bed I will. That should be my right. But even if it is and it's probably not... I'm not dumb but... I'm going to do it anyhow. I will still feel a little shame and regret. Hopefully the next bed is better protected. :)

That is my confession I hope you don't think too badly of me. I may never do it again? But I will hope and plan that I do!