Deleted member 3177
Life just isn't hard enough
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Today I was laying in bed (woke up at 8 AM) and I was just thinking about stuff with my eyes closed, rubbing myself against the bed under the covers to get some warmth (it'd rained prior so it was generally cold). I got a stiffy from rubbing and I thought about having sex with women if I was a genius IQ millionaire PSL 8 Gigachad who makes catchy songs.
Anyways, I just laid there, facing upwards, with my arm over my tummy, and I thought about how really over it is for me, and in that moment I wanted nothing more than to feel warmth, from some sort of outside source. Then, I just said "fuck it," and leaked some pee, which gave me some momentary warmth. I wanted to go the whole way, but I'd have wet the bed and it would've been obnoxious to clean the sheets.
But now I can't get enough of that feeling, so I'm going on Ebay to buy diapers. Now, every now and then, I will pee myself and feel that warmth wash over me in a therapeutic manner, and I will be free of worries. I'll be ecstatic. I drink a lot of water, so I'll always be full. I'll look forward to every time I get the itch to urinate. Sometimes, I'll just pee as the urge comes, like a river stream, or I'll hold it in to generate a pleasurable sensation when I let go. Either way, I don't care anymore. This is what the 21st century does to people. I seriously hope some meteorite falls, and I will propel myself off the surface of the planet with a jet stream of urine.
Anyways, I just laid there, facing upwards, with my arm over my tummy, and I thought about how really over it is for me, and in that moment I wanted nothing more than to feel warmth, from some sort of outside source. Then, I just said "fuck it," and leaked some pee, which gave me some momentary warmth. I wanted to go the whole way, but I'd have wet the bed and it would've been obnoxious to clean the sheets.
But now I can't get enough of that feeling, so I'm going on Ebay to buy diapers. Now, every now and then, I will pee myself and feel that warmth wash over me in a therapeutic manner, and I will be free of worries. I'll be ecstatic. I drink a lot of water, so I'll always be full. I'll look forward to every time I get the itch to urinate. Sometimes, I'll just pee as the urge comes, like a river stream, or I'll hold it in to generate a pleasurable sensation when I let go. Either way, I don't care anymore. This is what the 21st century does to people. I seriously hope some meteorite falls, and I will propel myself off the surface of the planet with a jet stream of urine.