Fast asleep strips

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Category: Sleeping Aid

Questions and Answers

my boyfriend has a problem with falling asleep really fast, day or nite even while driving.?

He cant control it. I need to know if he goes to the doctor, what actual kind of test will they do? He’s had a pproblem for awhile. I’ve been with him for three years and during this time, the falling asleep while driving is gotton worse. Doesnt matter if it’s day or night. Could you tell us something to try until he can get to a doctor? He works out of town in te boonies, there is no doctor for miles. Closest one is probably 1 1/2 hrs away. Would those nasel strips help any? He says if he pulls on his face with both hands on his cheeks and pulls he can breath better.Please write back and give us some kind of action to take righr now until he can get back in town ? Thank you for listening.

He may have sleep apnea. Which means he could be stopping breathing while he is asleep. My husband has this and if he does not wear his mask at night he falls asleep randomly throughout the day because they wake up so much during the night when the stop breathing. He had to do an overnight sleep study where they hooked him up to all kinds of monitors to see how many times he quit breathing and for how long. Good Luck to you and your boyfriend.

What will you do if something like this happens to you?

Malaysian Woman Mistook Naked Thief for Husband
May 13, 2008 (Tue)

KUALA LUMPUR (Reuters) – A Malaysian woman woke up to a real-life nightmare, discovering that the naked man who had slipped into her bed in the middle of the night was a thief, not her husband, a newspaper said on Tuesday.

The 36-year-old housewife was asleep when the thief, noticing that her husband was fast asleep on the couch, quietly stripped off and lay down beside her, the Star newspaper said, quoting a police report filed in the eastern state of Terengganu.

The dozing woman’s suspicions were raised when she spoke to him and his voice sounded strange, the paper said.

“She then went to another room and found her husband fast asleep on the couch. That’s when she screamed, causing the thief to flee by leaping out the window together with the stolen items,” it added.

by the way why her husband was sleeping on the couch??

What would you do in this situation?

You’re babysitting a 2 year old and he is fast asleep. The parents are supposed to be gone from 9pm-2am, but there air conditioning is broken.
Do you strip down naked or do you sweat bullets in your clothes?

I would stand in front of the opened refrigerator all night.

What do you think of my story so far?

I really need some opinions :] I appreciate all kinds of criticism, as long as it’s not just “this sucks”. If it does suck, tell me why and how I can fix it.
Thank you so much!!!
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An ear-splitting scream broke the dead silence of the night. The moonlight shone into her open window, wind rushing in. It was almost as if it was begging to be somewhere safe and sound, instead of out in the dark and dangerous setting that awaited. There was a frightening feeling of terror growing inside her, and Sandra abruptly realized her home may no longer be safe.
She jolted out of bed and frantically tiptoed downstairs, trying not to make a sound…terrified of what she may find. When she reached the entrance of her elegant living room, her eyes widened in horror at what met her eyes. The whole world seemed to be spinning; her head was pounding and she could no longer make out the images that lay before her, just a whirl of bright colors and strange whistling sounds. Just as she started thinking it may have been the wind, her world went black.
Far off in the distance out in that very same dangerous night, a little girl around the age of six was concealed behind a maple tree, shuddering. She glared in horror at the man that trudged out of the house, surrounded by colorful leaves swirling in the breeze. The peaceful, yet strange and almost eerie tranquility didn’t seem to match the man’s intentions.
The little girl was petrified with fear, yet still somehow managed to sprint across the yard when the strange man disappeared into the darkness.
“Mella…Mella….” the wind whispered to her. She gasped and immediately covered her mouth.
She heard it again, yet heard a different set of words this time. “Mella…go inside…go to her…”
Mella’s head darted back and forth, trying to decipher the location of the sound.
“What do you want?” She whispered in a distressed tone of voice, tears already leaking out of her young, wide eyes.
“Melllaaa….” It was farther away, but still seemed to echo, bouncing off of every bush, tree and house in the neighborhood. When it echoed for the last time, she knew it was gone. Relief edged through her, still shaken up. Mella slowly walked into her house, her whole body stiff. She sharply inhaled as she looked directly inside, her mother lying on the floor. There was blood pooled around her head and her eyes were wide open, blood leaking from her slightly parted lips. She had to force herself to walk to the telephone, tripping over everything that lay in her path.
Her mother, Sandra Dawn Aldridge, was pronounced dead an hour later. That night, Mella curled up into a ball, sobbing. Wanting her mother to hold her in her arms and tell her it would be alright.
That would never happen again…she learned the hard way, like all young orphans seemed to.

***************
10 years later

***************

“Get up, child! Get UP, I say!” A woman’s sharp, bitter voice was muffled against the door in front of her as she scathingly shouted her good morning’s. She began to pound on the door impatiently, grumbling an inaudible complaint, no doubt. Mella groaned into her pillow and stretched her arms, yawning. Her eyes slowly opened, viewing the same small room she saw every morning. The walls were a dull beige color, and the room was adorned with four feeble bunk beds. Mella lay on the bottom bunk, balled up in the corner against the wall. She had slept like this since she was a baby for some unknown reason, but didn’t mind.
She sleepily shouted, “I’m coming…at least let me change.” She chuckled and stood up, stretching once more before stripping off her tattered gray t-shirt, at least six sizes too large for her. The material was thin and often barely hung off her shoulders, and most nights she froze if the heat was off.
It was okay though…she fell asleep fast. In her dreams, there was no such thing as the cold. Sometimes she just sat by a fire in a living room she could barely remember, wondering who it belonged to and why she visited that place in her dreams so much.
Mella shook it off and slipped on a pair of baggy blue jeans and a slightly smaller, yet still roomy, white long-sleeved shirt. She ran her fingers through her dirty blonde hair and sauntered towards the door, rolling her eyes before opening it to meet her full day of cooking and cleaning.
She sighed and grumbled, “Hello, Miss Conant.”
The woman that stood at least a foot taller than her, yet hunched over her with eyes like a vultures, squinted and leaned closer. “I can’t hear you.” She said quietly. “Speak UP!” Mella was slightly startled, yet was fully used to this.
“Hello, Miss Conant,” she said a bit louder this time, her voice still tired and weary-sounding from sleep.
“That is better,” she said, putting emphasis on “that”. She slowly walked back down the long hallway that was yet to be swept. She soon returned with a piece of paper in her hand, two small children at her side, smirking at Mell

it’s pretty good..

What do you think of Updike’s poem “Birthday Shopping”?

Just think – three quarters of a century!

Born under Hoover, the year my father

lost his job and Grandpa took us in;

and then a stripling, willingly to school

with Roosevelt at the helm, term after term;

and next, in Truman’s time, a college boy,

in loden coat, rep tie, and tennis shoes,

my lean head stuffed with memorized word-gems.

4-F and married and a father, I

cast a Manhattan vote for Stevenson

but prospered under Ike, and left New York,

the seat of all my editorial hopes,

for Massachusetts where John Kennedy

was senator, and bourgeois life obtained.

*

Today, in Tucson, Mrs. U. and I

drove through the downtown grid, where cowboys in

white pickup trucks turn left against the light,

to Best Buy’s big box, to buy a backup laptop.

Strange world! The geeks in matching shirts

talked gigabytes to girls with blue tattoos

and nostril-studs, and guys with ropey arms

packed pixel-rich-home-entertainment screens.

Hi-def is here. Attempting to prepare

our obsolescing heads for crashing waves

of new technology, we cruised an aisle

of duplicated, twitching imagery

and came upon, as if upon an elf

asleep on forest moss, a Chinese child.

*

It was a girl, aged two or three, in bangs

and plastic bow and tiny shiny dress

and round-toed Velcroed shoes, supine

upon a cardboard carton, inches from

a coruscating hi-def plasma screen,

her face as close and rapt as at an udder,

motionlessly drinking something in,

an underwater scene of garish fish.

An older sister gazed her fill nearby.

At last we spotted their adoptive ma

haggling fine points several clerks away.

Exquisite in her peace, the alien child

had found a parent, bright and slightly warm,

while I, a birthday boy, was feeling lost.

*

In Pomeroy’s Department store, I lost

my mother’s hand three score and more than ten

long years ago. So panicky I wet

my pants a drop or two, I felt space widen;

when someone not my mother, took my hand,

I burbled, unable to cough up who

I was unforeseeably alone

amid these aisles of goods, so unlike home.

Not so this transfixed little pixie here

among the pixels, stiller than if asleep.

Electromagnetism held her fast,

secure within the infotainment web,

that sticky and spontaneous conflux

of self-advertisement and spam and porn.

*

Well. even Roosevelt’s sunk Depression world –

Atlantis at the bottom of a life,

descried through sliding thicknesses of time –

had radio and cinema to love,

and love we did, on fire to make the new

our own, to wield against our elders, dull

with all the useless stuff they’d had to learn

when they had been susceptible and young.

Signals beyond their ken conveyed our sparks –

Jack Benny’s stately pauses, Errol Flynn’s

half-smile, the songs we learned to smoke to, ads

in magazines called slicks, the comic strips,

realer than real, a Paradise that if

we held our breaths, we could ascend to, free.

*

Culture beguiles us in the beginning,

but Nature gets us in the end. My skin,

I notice now that I am seventy-five,

hangs loose in ripples like those dunes on Mars

that tell us life may have existed there –

monocelluar slime in stagnant pools.

After a Tucson move, some man in

the men’s room mirror lunged towards me

with wild small eyes, white hair – and wattled neck –

who could he be, so hostile and so weird,

so due for disposal, like a popcorn bag

vile with its inner film of stale used grease?

Where was the freckled boy who use to peek

into the front-hall mirror, off to school?

*

Its cracked brown frame and coat of mercury

going thin behind the glass embodied time,

as did the fraying rugs, the kitchen chairs,

the four adults that shared the house with me.

In Pennsylvania, then, the past settled in

to be the present. Nothing greatly changed:

milk came to the door, and mail through the slot,

coal down the loud chute, and ice in crazed cakes

on the iceman’s leathern back. My grandparents

moved through the rooms in a fog of dailiness,

younger then than I am now, and my parents,

not forty – can it be? — expressed their youth

by quarrelling. Our old clock ticked, and dust,

God’s pixels, danced in the windowlight forever.

All round genius I’m afraid to say. Ah well.

POLL/SURVEY TAKE IT PPLZ =] i love you thanks for listening?

Are you ready for a long survey that actually has some new questions?

Have you had sex at school?

What does the song you’re listening to remind you of?

How did you get your last bruise?

Do you love someone currently?

What is the best thing in the world?
love?

Is there someone who you instantly smile when you receive a message ?

found out your brother was in jail, you would?

Name something you dislike about the day you’re having?

Are you disappointed in anyone?

If you are being extremely quiet what does that mean?

What were you doing at 3am this morning?

Will you be driving in a year?

Where is your biological father right now?

Do you like anyone at the moment?

Whats the latest you have stayed up this past week?

Do you think someones talking about you right now?

Where’s your phone right now?

Do you have any homework?

Have you ever fallen asleep while texting someone?

You kissed someone last night, didn’t you?

Who was your last text from and what’d it say?

What are you sick of?

Are you missing anyone/ something?

Is someone taller than you?

Next time you will kiss someone?

Did you have any unread text messages this morning when you woke up?

Do you ever wonder if the person standing next to you is a virgin or not?

If you were going to die in 10 seconds, what would be the last thing you said?

Who do you go to for advice the most?

Do you think women should work or stay at home?

Is there a certain person that makes you feel safe?

Did you kiss or hug anyone today?

Do you believe that if you want something bad enough, you’ll get it?

Do you think that someone is thinking about you right now?

What’s someone that can always make you feel better?

Have you ever liked someone that was in a relationship?

If someone liked you right now, would you want them to tell you?

How’s your life lately?

Do you think that you’re a good person?

Do you believe in love at first sight?

Do you hate the last girl you were texting?

What was on your mind mostly today?

Are your toe nails painted pink?

Your gender:

DO YOU…

Smoke:

Read the newspaper:

Talk to strangers who IM you:

Take walks in the rain:

Drive:

Like to drive fast:

Been in love:

Played strip poker:

Been on stage:

Pulled an all-nighter:

Talked on the phone all night:

Killed someone:

Had a nervous breakdown:

DO YOU BELIEVE IN…

Love:

Ghosts:

Love at first sight:

Have you ever been romantically attracted to someone and physically unattracted?:

LAST PERSON…

You laughed at:

That laughed at you:
umm.

That hugged you:

That you went shopping with:

You saw a movie with?

You talked to on the phone:

You sent a text messege to?

Have you had sex at school?
Nope.
Was asked to though, lol.

What does the song you’re listening to remind you of?
Not listening to music.

How did you get your last bruise?
I rammed into the corner of the table on accident.

Do you love someone currently?
I do, actually..

What is the best thing in the world?
Uhh..
I don’t know, honestly..

Is there someone who you instantly smile when you receive a message ?
I use to.. not anymore.

found out your brother was in jail, you would?
No surprise.
He’s ******* sick.

Name something you dislike about the day you’re having?
It was boring, and I just got even more and more disappointed as it went on.

Are you disappointed in anyone?
Haha, yes.

If you are being extremely quiet what does that mean?
I always am.

What were you doing at 3am this morning?
No idea.

Will you be driving in a year?
Yesssh. =)

Where is your biological father right now?
Florida.
He ditched out man.

Do you like anyone at the moment?
I love him.

Whats the latest you have stayed up this past week?
4AM

Do you think someones talking about you right now?
No.

Where’s your phone right now?
In front of meh.

Do you have any homework?
I don’t have school yet.

Have you ever fallen asleep while texting someone?
Haha yes, he got upset.

You kissed someone last night, didn’t you?
Nope. =(

Who was your last text from and what’d it say?
Alex.
“You mad?”

What are you sick of?
Alex being stupid.

Are you missing anyone/ something?
^

Is someone taller than you?
Yup.

Next time you will kiss someone?
Don’t know.

Did you have any unread text messages this morning when you woke up?
Yup, a sh*load.

Do you ever wonder if the person standing next to you is a virgin or not?
Lol, yes.

If you were going to die in 10 seconds, what would be the last thing you said?
YES! =D

Who do you go to for advice the most?
Alex.

Do you think women should work or stay at home?
Stay at home.

Is there a certain person that makes you feel safe?
Not anymore.

Did you kiss or hug anyone today?
Nope.

Do you believe that if you want something bad enough, you’ll get it?
Nope.

Do you think that someone is thinking about you right now?
Nope.

What’s someone that can always make you feel better?
=)
Him.

Have you ever liked someone that was in a relationship?
Yuup.

If someone liked you right now, would you want them to tell you?
Yes.

How’s your life lately?
S*it.

Do you think that you’re a good person?
Not at all.

Do you believe in love at first sight?
Nopeee.

Do you hate the last girl you were texting?
Yes, actually.

What was on your mind mostly today?
Him.

Are your toe nails painted pink?
No.

Your gender:
Female.

DO YOU…

Smoke:
Not cigs.

Read the newspaper:
Sometimes.

Talk to strangers who IM you:
Yeah.

Take walks in the rain:
No.

Drive:
No.

Like to drive fast:
No.

Been in love:
Yeah.

Played strip poker:
No.

Been on stage:
Yeah.

Pulled an all-nighter:
Yup.

Talked on the phone all night:
No. I hate that.

Killed someone:
Hahaha.
No…

Had a nervous breakdown:
Yeah.

DO YOU BELIEVE IN…

Love:
Yes.

Ghosts:
I don’t want to.. b ut yes.

Love at first sight:
Nope.

Have you ever been romantically attracted to someone and physically unattracted?:
Yes.
My first boyfriend.

LAST PERSON…

You laughed at:
No idea.

That laughed at you:
No idea.

That hugged you:
Idk.

That you went shopping with:
Mom.

You saw a movie with?
Jill.

You talked to on the phone:
Mom.

You sent a text messege to?
Eric.

Is my best friend gay?

Okay so here is the story, its kind of long, sorry. First some background info- Me age 18 and bisexual (however, neither mike nor sally know that i am bi-sexual), Mike age 20 and ???, Sally’s age 19 and straight.

So like a week ago i was at my friend Mike’s (not real name) house. we were hanging out for the last time before i went away to college. I was me, him, and our friend who is a girl Sally (not real name). I have been wondering about Mike’s sexuality for a long time, he seems very much gay, and does not currently have a girlfriend. He was in a committed relationship with a girl for 4 years, and did have sex with her, however shortly after they broke up, for “many, complicated” reasons according to mike. when people meet him they think he is gay but i didnt think that about him at first. then once we started hanging out more i thought more and more that he was gay.

so anyways, we were in his sitting on his bottom bunk of his bunk bed which is a couch (the top is the bed). from left to right it was Sally, Me, Mike on the couch/bed. we were all under a blanket together and sally was lying down taking up most of the room so me and mike were sitting thigh to thigh. this is normal for us, we are best friends so we are close physically like we give each other hugs when we say bye and stuff like that. so we are sitting very closly together and we are watching a movie. Sally falls asleep… a short time later, mike falls asleep. now, i had my arm up behind us on the couch (kind of like a guy would do to a girl in the movie theater) but my arm was falling asleep so i moved it down. since me and mike were thigh to thigh there was no where to put it except for on his thigh. so i put my arm/hand down on mikes thigh.

after a few minutes mike wakes up, but he is still pretending to be asleep. (i can tell because he snores a very certain way when he sleeps and he cant mimic this when he is awake) so what really happened was he woke up and then moved and leaned in toword me. his head resting still on the back of the couch but touching my shoulder. but he was pretending to be asleep. while moving his semi-hard penis moved into place under my hand. this suprised me and at first i did not know what it was (i thought it might have been something in his pocket) so i felt it and squeezed it a little then realized it was his penis. i moved my hand off of it by moving my hand further down his leg (twords his knee). he continued to fake sleep and then moved again, thus “coincidentally?” moving my hand back onto his penis. it was still semi hard and since he had moved my hand back onto it i assumed he wanted my hand there. so i started playing with him through his shorts. he semi-quickly got rock hard and i could def. feel him through his shorts now. i squeezed his cock and played with it for about 3-5 minutes. i was rubbing his cock and he was making very very slight, subtle, quiet moaning noises.

then sally wakes up. since my hand was under this big comforter she did not notice what was going on between me and mike. she then says “oh haha did i fall asleep? haha” then everything happened very fast. mike “woke-up” (even though im 99.9% sure he WAS already awake), and he simultaneously then turned away from me, thus removeing my hard from his rock hard cock!! he then said “what the hell are you doing?” but it was not mad, or mean at all, not even a little bit!!! it was only questioning, like he knew what i was doing, but wanted to ask to make sure he wasnt in a dream or something. i nonchalontly said “what?” like what are you talking about?

he then sat up and repositioned his ***** and sat back down. i spent the rest of the movie with my hand on his thigh, but not touching his *****!! he had it pushed to the right side and my hand was on the left thigh. i did however, notice that he stayed hard for a quite a while(considering he had no further stimulation). about 20 mins. then later after the movie we (mike, me and sally) were all gonna get in the hottub. i said i didnt have a bathing suit and he suggested that i just go in my boxers. which i think is weird because usually he offers me a pair of his shorts. he then stripped down to his boxers and sally stripped down to her underwear and bra. so i followedd suit and went in my boxers.

also later in the hottub i noticed he had a huge, rock hard *****… am i just looking for things to fit what i want to be the truth? let me get this stright, i am attracted to mike, and i think he is a very sexy man, as well as being a very good man personality-wise. but i dont know if he is gay or not and i dont know if im just trying to make him gay in my mind. is it possible that he was really aleep when he was moving twords me and letting me play with his *****? is it just a coincidence that that was the one night he didnt offer me shorts and instead suggested that we just go in our boxers? please help. any questions or advice welcome. also if anyone needs anythin

oooooo that sounds pretty convincing. I’m in a similar situation and I know it helps to get a different point of view. i know it was a rare situation for that to happen, and it would have worked much better if it was just the two of you. I’d say if you find yourself in a similar situation definitely make a move, or try and create a similar situation. but from that story he’s almost definitely into you

Is my best friend gay?! (I know its long but please answer)?

Okay so here is the story, its kind of long, sorry. First some background info- Me age 18 and bisexual (however, neither mike nor sally know that i am bi-sexual), Mike age 20 and ???, Sally’s age 19 and straight.

So like a week ago i was at my friend Mike’s (not real name) house. we were hanging out for the last time before i went away to college. I was me, him, and our friend who is a girl Sally (not real name). I have been wondering about Mike’s sexuality for a long time, he seems very much gay, and does not currently have a girlfriend. He was in a committed relationship with a girl for 4 years, and did have sex with her, however shortly after they broke up, for “many, complicated” reasons according to mike. when people meet him they think he is gay but i didnt think that about him at first. then once we started hanging out more i thought more and more that he was gay.

so anyways, we were in his sitting on his bottom bunk of his bunk bed which is a couch (the top is the bed). from left to right it was Sally, Me, Mike on the couch/bed. we were all under a blanket together and sally was lying down taking up most of the room so me and mike were sitting thigh to thigh. this is normal for us, we are best friends so we are close physically like we give each other hugs when we say bye and stuff like that. so we are sitting very closly together and we are watching a movie. Sally falls asleep… a short time later, mike falls asleep. now, i had my arm up behind us on the couch (kind of like a guy would do to a girl in the movie theater) but my arm was falling asleep so i moved it down. since me and mike were thigh to thigh there was no where to put it except for on his thigh. so i put my arm/hand down on mikes thigh.

after a few minutes mike wakes up, but he is still pretending to be asleep. (i can tell because he snores a very certain way when he sleeps and he cant mimic this when he is awake) so what really happened was he woke up and then moved and leaned in toword me. his head resting still on the back of the couch but touching my shoulder. but he was pretending to be asleep. while moving his semi-hard penis moved into place under my hand. this suprised me and at first i did not know what it was (i thought it might have been something in his pocket) so i felt it and squeezed it a little then realized it was his penis. i moved my hand off of it by moving my hand further down his leg (twords his knee). he continued to fake sleep and then moved again, thus “coincidentally?” moving my hand back onto his penis. it was still semi hard and since he had moved my hand back onto it i assumed he wanted my hand there. so i started playing with him through his shorts. he semi-quickly got rock hard and i could def. feel him through his shorts now. i squeezed his c o c k and played with it for about 3-5 minutes. i was rubbing his c o c k and he was making very very slight, subtle, quiet moaning noises.

then sally wakes up. since my hand was under this big comforter she did not notice what was going on between me and mike. she then says “oh haha did i fall asleep? haha” then everything happened very fast. mike “woke-up” (even though im 99.9% sure he WAS already awake), and he simultaneously then turned away from me, thus removeing my hard from his rock hard c o c k!! he then said “what the hell are you doing?” but it was not mad, or mean at all, not even a little bit!!! it was only questioning, like he knew what i was doing, but wanted to ask to make sure he wasnt in a dream or something. i nonchalontly said “what?” like what are you talking about?

he then sat up and repositioned his b o n e r and sat back down. i spent the rest of the movie with my hand on his thigh, but not touching his c o c k!! he had it pushed to the right side and my hand was on the left thigh. i did however, notice that he stayed hard for a quite a while(considering he had no further stimulation). about 20 mins. then later after the movie we (mike, me and sally) were all gonna get in the hottub. i said i didnt have a bathing suit and he suggested that i just go in my boxers. which i think is weird because usually he offers me a pair of his shorts. he then stripped down to his boxers and sally stripped down to her underwear and bra. so i followedd suit and went in my boxers.

also later in the hottub i noticed he had a huge, rock hard b o n e r… am i just looking for things to fit what i want to be the truth? let me get this stright, i am attracted to mike, and i think he is a very sexy man, as well as being a very good man personality-wise. but i dont know if he is gay or not and i dont know if im just trying to make him gay in my mind. is it possible that he was really aleep when he was moving twords me and letting me play with his d i c k? is it just a coincidence that that was the one night he didnt offer me shorts and instead suggested that we just go in our boxers? please help. any questions or advice welcome. also if anyone

hm. This is very difficult. It does seem like he is gay (or maybe he is bi???). So I would see what happens later. Does this behavior continue? If so, casually strike up a conversation with him, about masturbation or sex. Somehow get him horny, maybe he’ll be more willing to talk about stuff like his orientation when he’s horny.

Or maybe be with him without “Sally”. Then he might not play that “What are you doing” game, or the “pretend sleep” game.