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» Exposed!
Poor PTSD postman
My husband works at sea and went back to work about 6 weeks after I had our first baby. He was away for 3 months at a time. I was pretty exhausted and, after a particularly gruelling night, was on the sofa, still in a grannified breast feeding nightie at around lunchtime. I fed the baby and must have dozed off. Was awoken by a ring of the doorbell, deposited the now sleeping baby and blearily stumbled to answer the door to the postman with a parcel to sign for. Duly signed for it and came by inside thinking what a terrified looking postman he was. Walked up the hall to put the parcel down, past the hall mirror. In horror, was confronted by the sight of my hideous bed-head, sleep-deprived eyes, gross, milk-soaked nightie and, joy of joys, my left tit hanging out of the top. Surprisingly, didn't get parcels every day after that. Can't think why...
(Fri 9th Aug 2013, 19:45, More)
Poor PTSD postman
My husband works at sea and went back to work about 6 weeks after I had our first baby. He was away for 3 months at a time. I was pretty exhausted and, after a particularly gruelling night, was on the sofa, still in a grannified breast feeding nightie at around lunchtime. I fed the baby and must have dozed off. Was awoken by a ring of the doorbell, deposited the now sleeping baby and blearily stumbled to answer the door to the postman with a parcel to sign for. Duly signed for it and came by inside thinking what a terrified looking postman he was. Walked up the hall to put the parcel down, past the hall mirror. In horror, was confronted by the sight of my hideous bed-head, sleep-deprived eyes, gross, milk-soaked nightie and, joy of joys, my left tit hanging out of the top. Surprisingly, didn't get parcels every day after that. Can't think why...
(Fri 9th Aug 2013, 19:45, More)
» Toilets
SisterSick
My mum, sister and I had been to the Lake District to visit some family camping there. We had to drive back to the North East the next day so that I could get back in time for work. My sister, who was about 10 at the time, can't go anywhere in the car without "travelling food". On this particular journey the travelling food she had consumed consisted of a pasty, a bag of chips, some sweaty clingfilmed sarnies, various bags of crisps, sausage rolls and various bottles of pop. When we got to our house I had literally minutes to spare before I had to be at work so I dashed upstairs to have a wee before running back out to work. Just as I'd passed the point of no return in emptying my bladder, the toilet door was kicked open and there was my sister frantically pointed at her clamped shut mouth and bulging hamster cheeks. And then she vomit her fucking regurgitated travelling food all over me.
And my mother's response when she heard my strangled cries and came running to see what had happened? Oh yeah, she laughed. Pair of bitches.
And not even time for a shower because I was then running late for fucking work. Spent the next 6 hours on my feet behind a bar, having only had the briefest of wipe downs with a flannel to brush off the biggest chunks of sick.
B3ta virginity gone - was it good for you?
(Fri 2nd Sep 2005, 17:11, More)
SisterSick
My mum, sister and I had been to the Lake District to visit some family camping there. We had to drive back to the North East the next day so that I could get back in time for work. My sister, who was about 10 at the time, can't go anywhere in the car without "travelling food". On this particular journey the travelling food she had consumed consisted of a pasty, a bag of chips, some sweaty clingfilmed sarnies, various bags of crisps, sausage rolls and various bottles of pop. When we got to our house I had literally minutes to spare before I had to be at work so I dashed upstairs to have a wee before running back out to work. Just as I'd passed the point of no return in emptying my bladder, the toilet door was kicked open and there was my sister frantically pointed at her clamped shut mouth and bulging hamster cheeks. And then she vomit her fucking regurgitated travelling food all over me.
And my mother's response when she heard my strangled cries and came running to see what had happened? Oh yeah, she laughed. Pair of bitches.
And not even time for a shower because I was then running late for fucking work. Spent the next 6 hours on my feet behind a bar, having only had the briefest of wipe downs with a flannel to brush off the biggest chunks of sick.
B3ta virginity gone - was it good for you?
(Fri 2nd Sep 2005, 17:11, More)