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Darn it, the edit didn't correct my bad grammar. I meant to type you're much prettier, I'm sorry about that.

I hope that you're having another relaxing evening :).
 
January 4th 2007... Almost ready... or not?

I went to bed at almost 5am. I snuggled up to TRT and thought about what we had planned for morning. He was not due to leave for work until atleast 10am and that would give us some time together to fulfill our promises.

I always like it in the mornings. TRT gets really hard just before he wakes and it stays that way if I play with him, bringing him around slowly. And I knew he was storing up some yummy surprises for me since Saturday. He had promised not to masturbate and save it all up, because there was nothing better than a nice thick load of man-cum.

Yes, you have guessed... but I won't use the words to describe my "fettish" but I like a little bukkake now and again, and always have.

However, things did not work out as planned. When I woke I could feel stabbing pains in my groin and a pushing sensation deep inside. I sat up and threw the duvet off both of us and woke TRT quickly. I thought I was in somekind of labour as the stabbing pains got more powerful. I have just five weeks to go and I thought they had got everything wrong as usual.

I convinced TRT I had to go to hospital... NOW! He tried to work out what was wrong, going through his methodical checks on this and that, but I wasn't having any of it. I demanded it was time to go and so he took notice and helped me get ready. The pains hurt more as I tried to move my legs. I have to admit though, those pushing pains did disapear, and I didn't want to look silly.

We drove all the way to the hospital and on the way it suddenly dawned on me, I should be having contractions and even my waters should have possibly broken. Of course there was none. I had panicked and I was doing that a lot recently and only thicking straight after the event. I hated looking a fool, so at best I would be getting checked, just to make sure.

They made me wait for ages. TRT was now wondering why. I stayed quiet. My best way out of things was to always say nothing and smile politely. The urgency was no longer there and really never had been.

Eventually the midwife checked me out and we discovered that the baby was nowhere near ready to be born. Lots of time to go yet and the pains were just cramp which I realised on our way to the hospital, as fast as we could, through the usual breakfastime chaotic commuter traffic.

The midwife wanted me to hang on for further checks after looking at my records and I agreed, although I did not agree deep inside. The further checks would be done by those consultants that want to take my child-bearing abilities away from me too readily and I had to wait for hours before they squeezed me into their schedule.

Personally, I believe I can get through the problems myself, chosing the right methods of birthing as I previously mentioned in another post. These consultants thought very differently. And, as I expected, they were recommending surgery after the birth and even a hysterectomy which I do not want. They convinced me that there was damage and possibly more damage would be done during the birth which I obviously did not agree with until it happens. Their reasons for a hysterectomy was to prevent me from getting pregnant again and I was not quitting that easily. I know my own body afterall and I want more children, so there...

So all in all, another amazing day, spent in waiting in the hospital mostly. I thought it was good practice for when things were really going to happen quite soon and I explained to TRT that he needed the practice, although I can't help thinking he was a tiny bit annoyed with me...

Oh well... that's life...

:)
 
Sienna said:
January 4th 2007... Almost ready... or not?

I went to bed at almost 5am. I snuggled up to TRT and thought about what we had planned for morning. He was not due to leave for work until atleast 10am and that would give us some time together to fulfill our promises.

I always like it in the mornings. TRT gets really hard just before he wakes and it stays that way if I play with him, bringing him around slowly. And I knew he was storing up some yummy surprises for me since Saturday. He had promised not to masturbate and save it all up, because there was nothing better than a nice thick load of man-cum.

Yes, you have guessed... but I won't use the words to describe my "fettish" but I like a little bukkake now and again, and always have.

However, things did not work out as planned. When I woke I could feel stabbing pains in my groin and a pushing sensation deep inside. I sat up and threw the duvet off both of us and woke TRT quickly. I thought I was in somekind of labour as the stabbing pains got more powerful. I have just five weeks to go and I thought they had got everything wrong as usual.

I convinced TRT I had to go to hospital... NOW! He tried to work out what was wrong, going through his methodical checks on this and that, but I wasn't having any of it. I demanded it was time to go and so he took notice and helped me get ready. The pains hurt more as I tried to move my legs. I have to admit though, those pushing pains did disapear, and I didn't want to look silly.

We drove all the way to the hospital and on the way it suddenly dawned on me, I should be having contractions and even my waters should have possibly broken. Of course there was none. I had panicked and I was doing that a lot recently and only thicking straight after the event. I hated looking a fool, so at best I would be getting checked, just to make sure.

They made me wait for ages. TRT was now wondering why. I stayed quiet. My best way out of things was to always say nothing and smile politely. The urgency was no longer there and really never had been.

Eventually the midwife checked me out and we discovered that the baby was nowhere near ready to be born. Lots of time to go yet and the pains were just cramp which I realised on our way to the hospital, as fast as we could, through the usual breakfastime chaotic commuter traffic.

The midwife wanted me to hang on for further checks after looking at my records and I agreed, although I did not agree deep inside. The further checks would be done by those consultants that want to take my child-bearing abilities away from me too readily and I had to wait for hours before they squeezed me into their schedule.

Personally, I believe I can get through the problems myself, chosing the right methods of birthing as I previously mentioned in another post. These consultants thought very differently. And, as I expected, they were recommending surgery after the birth and even a hysterectomy which I do not want. They convinced me that there was damage and possibly more damage would be done during the birth which I obviously did not agree with until it happens. Their reasons for a hysterectomy was to prevent me from getting pregnant again and I was not quitting that easily. I know my own body afterall and I want more children, so there...

So all in all, another amazing day, spent in waiting in the hospital mostly. I thought it was good practice for when things were really going to happen quite soon and I explained to TRT that he needed the practice, although I can't help thinking he was a tiny bit annoyed with me...

Oh well... that's life...

:)
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That's right up my street, that is. Thank you :D
 
arnoldlane84 said:
Ah, just checking :p :D
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No problem ;) :kiss:

It's quiet tonight :) So, I'm just listening to music and looking back over some past events on this thread... interesting stuff, almost forgotten about and people too, no longer posting on LIT... shame really...
 
Sienna said:
No problem ;) :kiss:

It's quiet tonight :) So, I'm just listening to music and looking back over some past events on this thread... interesting stuff, almost forgotten about and people too, no longer posting on LIT... shame really...
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It's always a shame when people move on. Life gets in the way though, I guess :(
 
arnoldlane84 said:
It's always a shame when people move on. Life gets in the way though, I guess :(
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Aggressive One said:
It's kinda sad isnt it... To see people who we used to know, that are no longer on lit....
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Yes... there is a life beyond LIT ;) But it would be nice to see old friends. I don't even know where Lorraine is at the moment :confused:
 
Aggressive One said:
It's always nice to see people come back after a long absence
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Yes, it's like coming across old friends again physically :) Only on here things get "partially real" not like out there. The internet is so strange :) My thesis was based on internet psychology...

Hi Aggressive One... welcome back :) :kiss:
 
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Sienna said:
Yes, it's like coming across old friends again physically :) Only on here things get "partially real" not like out there. The internet is so strange :) My thesis was based on internet psychology...

Hi Aggressive One... welcome back :) :kiss:
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Masters Thesis?
 
Aggressive One said:
Masters Thesis?
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Yes I have an MSc degree in psychology. It is very useful in many ways in my life... work and even leisure. I loved studying for it. It opened my eyes to quite a lot of things over the past 10 years. Atleast I'm using it in my career, because Quality Management is atleast 25% psychology :)
 
Sienna said:
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Sienna said:
January 4th 2007... Almost ready... or not?

I went to bed at almost 5am. I snuggled up to TRT and thought about what we had planned for morning. He was not due to leave for work until atleast 10am and that would give us some time together to fulfill our promises.

I always like it in the mornings. TRT gets really hard just before he wakes and it stays that way if I play with him, bringing him around slowly. And I knew he was storing up some yummy surprises for me since Saturday. He had promised not to masturbate and save it all up, because there was nothing better than a nice thick load of man-cum.

Yes, you have guessed... but I won't use the words to describe my "fettish" but I like a little bukkake now and again, and always have.

However, things did not work out as planned. When I woke I could feel stabbing pains in my groin and a pushing sensation deep inside. I sat up and threw the duvet off both of us and woke TRT quickly. I thought I was in somekind of labour as the stabbing pains got more powerful. I have just five weeks to go and I thought they had got everything wrong as usual.

I convinced TRT I had to go to hospital... NOW! He tried to work out what was wrong, going through his methodical checks on this and that, but I wasn't having any of it. I demanded it was time to go and so he took notice and helped me get ready. The pains hurt more as I tried to move my legs. I have to admit though, those pushing pains did disapear, and I didn't want to look silly.

We drove all the way to the hospital and on the way it suddenly dawned on me, I should be having contractions and even my waters should have possibly broken. Of course there was none. I had panicked and I was doing that a lot recently and only thicking straight after the event. I hated looking a fool, so at best I would be getting checked, just to make sure.

They made me wait for ages. TRT was now wondering why. I stayed quiet. My best way out of things was to always say nothing and smile politely. The urgency was no longer there and really never had been.

Eventually the midwife checked me out and we discovered that the baby was nowhere near ready to be born. Lots of time to go yet and the pains were just cramp which I realised on our way to the hospital, as fast as we could, through the usual breakfastime chaotic commuter traffic.

The midwife wanted me to hang on for further checks after looking at my records and I agreed, although I did not agree deep inside. The further checks would be done by those consultants that want to take my child-bearing abilities away from me too readily and I had to wait for hours before they squeezed me into their schedule.

Personally, I believe I can get through the problems myself, chosing the right methods of birthing as I previously mentioned in another post. These consultants thought very differently. And, as I expected, they were recommending surgery after the birth and even a hysterectomy which I do not want. They convinced me that there was damage and possibly more damage would be done during the birth which I obviously did not agree with until it happens. Their reasons for a hysterectomy was to prevent me from getting pregnant again and I was not quitting that easily. I know my own body afterall and I want more children, so there...

So all in all, another amazing day, spent in waiting in the hospital mostly. I thought it was good practice for when things were really going to happen quite soon and I explained to TRT that he needed the practice, although I can't help thinking he was a tiny bit annoyed with me...

Oh well... that's life...

:)
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A very interesting rerun of an interesting post.

You are amazing!!!
 
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