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Thank you everyone for the comments. It feels amazing that the story is being read so much. The reasons behind Anna's and the other characters' behavior will be revealed later. At this point, I want to keep the reader a little uncertain, just like Sara is uncertain. As for pubic hair, everyone is free to imagine it however they want. It's not that important to me, and I haven't really thought about it at all. I will try to continue the story again as soon as possible. I'm really enjoying writing this at the moment. -
Those pee dreams get rarer but never completely disappear. Perhaps this is a reflection of the fact that my nappies are psychologically important to me. Perhaps it’s a sign that I over-think things. Perhaps it’s drinking too much before bedtime. There I was asleep-but-somehow-awake on a beach which was somehow a bed. Instead of a sheet beneath me, compacted smooth beach sand formed a flat and reasonably comfortable mattress. The faint white noise of the surf was probably real. The wind was blowing from the North East that night and accordingly, the surf could be heard from the open sliding door to the patio beside our bed. When the wind blows from the North East or South East, we hear can hear the surf from bed. But back to the dream. As I lay there, perfectly relaxed, I realised that very slowly, the tide was coming in: potentially inconvenient. I wasn’t seeing any wave action reaching my “sand bed”. I wasn’t seeing anything. It was dark and I had my eyes shut. Heralding the eventual arrival of briny inevitability was that I could feel the sand beneath my bum slowly becoming damper. Strangely this progressive saturation seemed to have bypassed my feet and legs only to make itself gently known at my bum. As I felt the “wet line” slowly creep upwards across my buttocks I wondered briefly as to how the sheets and blanket above me would fare. Why I’d taken a top-sheet and blanket to cover me as I slept on the sand by the ocean was just another one of those dream mysteries. In any case, in my mind, the growing wet spot was not in any way MY fault, blame the tides! My bum was getting wet because of a gravitational inevitability imposed by celestial mechanics. That’s one hell of an excuse for wetting a bed. My upper sheet and blanket felt just fine and dry however and so I forgot about the potential problem. I recalled all this the next morning. It was Sunday at around 6am and I’d been woken by my beloved hauling herself out of bed for one of those intensely annoying pre-rise-and-shine calls of nature. I became aware that for me, nature had already called. That’s not unusual these strange days. I could feel that my nappy featured a wet bum as you’d expect after a wine-infused night and in stark contrast to my beloved, I didn’t need to pee at all. I had absolutely no recollection of peeing at any point during the night. I’d evidently slept right through but I could clearly remember that “sand is getting wet beneath me” dream. The overwhelming likelihood that this was my brain attempting to rationalise why my bum was getting wet during the night as I peed in my sleep. The odd things about this pee dream was that there was really no “peeing” aspect to it at all. I don’t remember any kind of signal from my bladder at all or anything about peeing at all in that dream, just the distinct sensation of a creeping wet warmth appearing beneath me. It seems quite unpredictable. Sometimes, peeing seems to require an enormous effort and is accompanied by thunderous bladder spasms. At these times it seems impossible that anything less than studied concentration could provide relief. At other times, I just get wet with apparently very little heraldic sensation. Later that morning my beloved complained that her Sunday morning lie-in had been cancelled by her un-cooperative bladder. “No such problem for me!” I replied cheerfully, still sitting in my suitably-squishy night nappy with my morning coffee. “My bladder ran on automatic all night. I can’t recall peeing at all but clearly I did anyway.” Top tip: This is a great way to kill a marital breakfast conversation. -
Don't get much insight into why Anna is dodging her or why she was forced into that clothing. -
By astrodiaper · Posted
I probably won't go until Friday morning, before my grocery run. As it sits right now, around $3.99 for 87 octane. I've been using Upside, so I get a little of that back. -
I was playing thru the Mega Man Legacy Collection, but I took a break to finally beat RE1. I'm following the trophy guide and started a Very Easy knife only run with Chris Redfield, about to fight Yawn (snake) for the first time. After I platinum Resident Evil 1 HD, I plan to resume my Mega Man playthrough. I also need to platinum both Assassin's Creed IV: Black Flag and Horizon: Zero Dawn, and start playing the Klonoa Phantasy Reverie Series as well.
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