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By LittleOne1 · Posted
*BANG BANG BANG* I stirred awake to the sound of a banging at the door. I wiped the sleep from my eyes, still laying in bed. I looked to my side to see my wife was already gone for work and saw the clock: 11:18am. *BANG BANG BANG* The knocking was insistent and seemingly not stopping until I answered. "I'm coming!" I called from upstairs, shaking myself awake, stretching as I shook of the tiredness, "Who the hell is knocking like that?" I made my way through our lovely home, a home my hardworking wife had managed to buy. Marrying her was like winning the jackpot: stunnign, smart, and worked like hell to make enough money that I didn't have to. Life was good. Little did I know... that was about the change. *BANG BANG BANG* The knocking rang once more just as I made it to the door, swinging it open. "What the hell do you w- Oh," I paused as a figure clad in jet black motorbike gear stood at the doorstep, "um h-hi who the hell are you?" Whoever they win didn't answer, simply pulling an envelope from their bag and handing it to me before taking off. "What the hell is this?!" I called out to them skeptically as I took in the note. The next few minutes filled me with dread as I opened the envelope. Pictures... damning evidence of my affair as I saw the photos of me with another women. Evidence that would turn my world upside down. And a note with a number. My heart pounded as I typed the number into my phone, immediately trashing the photos despite knowing that of course whoever sent me this had copies. "Who the hell is this?!? What do you want?!??" I texted to the number, my heart pounding -
By Red-squirrels · Posted
Clare had been told by a friend that they had seen her husband with another woman she didn’t believe it at first. But decided to hire someone to keep an eye on him it didn’t take long till she had the proof that he was cheating. She sat at her desk looking at photos of him. She couldn’t believe this had happened especially as she was the one working and she supported him completely. She had decided to have some fun with him before revealing that she knew. Clare had only just turned 30, had gorgeous long black hair and beautiful blue eyes. She kept her self slim and prided herself on her looks she knew when she entered a room people looked. Back to the matter at hand she addressed an envelope to her husband and inside put a load of pictures of him with the other woman. Along with a note that read Alex does your wife know your cheating , unless you do as i tell you im going to tell her. Message me on followed by a cell number. She then sealed the envelope and had a friend deliver it to there house dressed in a black motorbike gear -
By Hannah YMS · Posted
BID, or Body Integrity Dysphoria, formerly known as BIID, is the dysphoria we feel when our bodies don't align with our internal understanding of how we should functionally operate (at least in this context), which is what @DAQ was referring to. For a lot of people, becoming diaper dependent and incontinent is a fantasy that one faps to and then forgets about it because they wear diapers and the idea seems nice for a few short minutes (which is more aligned with your understanding of a "lifestyle"). For others, like myself and @DAQ, this is a persistent dysphoria that affects our mental health for not being able to be incontinent. When we fail at untraining ourselves to match our internal mental map of ourselves, we become a little more than frustrated or even experience a varying degree of depression and a lot of anxiety surrounding the issue. We're not here to modify our bodies to fit a lifestyle. It's a part of our core identity, which is what he was saying, and thus why it's most commonly compared with being transgender, because the internal mechanisms of and experiencing dysphoria are pretty much the same thing. How one deals with that dysphoria is part of why we're untraining in the first place. @Slomo, agreed. It feels incredibly unfair, but it is what it is. -
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I second the advice of wearing terry=lined plastic pants, they will save you a wet bed. I use the double lined plastic pants from BabyKins over a quality overnight disposable, and have never had a leak get pass that protection. They are a bit bulky, but that adds to the whole diapered experience. -
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