Sleepwalking
A friend of mine once cooked an entire meal for two in her sleep, ate the lot and washed-up before going back to bed.
She has also awoken to find herself naked, on a fire escape in Fulham, confronted by two burly - and not to mention excitable - officers of the Metropolitan Police.
She doesn't even live in Fulham.
( , Wed 22 Aug 2007, 22:21)
A friend of mine once cooked an entire meal for two in her sleep, ate the lot and washed-up before going back to bed.
She has also awoken to find herself naked, on a fire escape in Fulham, confronted by two burly - and not to mention excitable - officers of the Metropolitan Police.
She doesn't even live in Fulham.
( , Wed 22 Aug 2007, 22:21)
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No quite on topic...
I don't sleep walk, but I sleep talk.
I was living with my Ex, but I was talking to a very lovely girl behind her back. We were exchanging very horny, very graphic letters.
Thing was, I received one of these at work (always had them sent there rather than to home) and it was filthy. I read it about 4 times but left it at work.
Thing was, during the night I sat up, and started talking to myself about the letter, saying how I couldn't wait to do these things to her. Loudly enough to wake up the Ex. SHe listened intently, woke me up and wanted to know what I was on about.
I lied, told her I was dreaming about her. I managed to blag it away. Until the following night when I did this again, only calling out her name "Gemma".
I didn't really see her again, apart from when she was picking up her stuff...
( , Sat 25 Aug 2007, 15:15, Reply)
I don't sleep walk, but I sleep talk.
I was living with my Ex, but I was talking to a very lovely girl behind her back. We were exchanging very horny, very graphic letters.
Thing was, I received one of these at work (always had them sent there rather than to home) and it was filthy. I read it about 4 times but left it at work.
Thing was, during the night I sat up, and started talking to myself about the letter, saying how I couldn't wait to do these things to her. Loudly enough to wake up the Ex. SHe listened intently, woke me up and wanted to know what I was on about.
I lied, told her I was dreaming about her. I managed to blag it away. Until the following night when I did this again, only calling out her name "Gemma".
I didn't really see her again, apart from when she was picking up her stuff...
( , Sat 25 Aug 2007, 15:15, Reply)
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